My sister and I only,
the youngest in the shadows
too young for company
ahead, the rest have outgrown us.
I eat a mandarin, she
had chosen an apple
each of us take a bite
before the upward arc.
We have escaped, discovered
evergreen trees that grew flat
on top; these, springy and dense,
we turned into trampolines.
We jump and jump
me up and down
her further and further
into a desire to join the others –
Once musketeers
who shared the stage together
a space opened and separated us
for some years.
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