besides that ladder
of white lilies
right out in front
I fell for the brother.
It wasn't far, this falling.
A surprise when I hit
the ground running to realize
I had fallen in love.
They say you can study your face
in the mirror (a la Plath)
and see your ancestors gathered.
I look for you. I look
for you. To you I look.
Cheekbones from Switzerland cow
herders and farther away
reindeer lips forehead atlas
of the north. Short space
certain maps. Wheat
its fields never alone.
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