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My Sister

Marilyn Buck


My sister lives across a line
I know she's there
My heart lifts to hear her
in brief encounters through the wall
a whispering space
for stolen words.
She lives there through the glass
I glimpse her days
she glimpses mine
but we can not meet.

September 1988
This poem appeared in
On Self Censorship (1995)
and Wall Tappings (2002)