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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Richard Widerkehr


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Lichen In February

Now when green-gray lichen on wet branches
is more visible, I run near the fog-line
of our chip-seal road. It starts to drizzle.
When I think of my sister, I picture
this street person in a ragged hood. There was
a lilac tree
, she said, a white lilac.
When I tightened speed skates with my skate key,
she tied silk slippers by her ballet barre.
In our basement by the player piano,
we played hockey with two brooms,
a tennis ball on hardwood floors. She has
her place, no phone, answers no letters.
Lichen on wet alders, now a brown-tail deer.
No, I never saw my sister dance.