This post originally appeared in December of 2019
Some things are sisters, if you know how to look at them
like
a wildfire sun and a new penny
like
snowy boughs and salamander feet
like
driftwood and bone
like
California and a weird poop
like
a bird’s egg and a scoop of mint chocolate chip
like
birch trees and waiting figures, after dark
like
the spread blanket of the land below
and
the quilt that shelters your sleep.
All original artwork by the author.