Sister

by Sherry Kearns

Poetry. Sister knows/ why grass and mud smell sexy;/ she, who steps/ off paths to hide./ She wrinkles up words like bedclothes/ and is followed by strangers in dreams./ She bounds// across a stream, stone to stone./ A city disappears behind her;/ she rides her horse/ down into the canyon. Perfectbound chapbook.

15 pages, Paperback

First published August 28, 1999