hoppy's_daughter raze your sister was here last week. i'm sure she told you. she sprinted past me and set up shop on the curb that separates my front lawn from the avenue we all call a street. she stayed there for a while. watching. waiting. thinking. she let me make the distance between us smaller than i thought she would. she looked like she held the whole world in her heart. she looked like a baby who'd just been born. she didn't look a thing like you. when i got a little closer than she wanted me to be, she moved away. stepped beneath a car as red as these words and vanished. like she was never here at all. i crouched down and tried to see where she went. i couldn't see a thing. she's changed so much. her coat is a colour i don't have a word for. no hint of her mother left in her. but you're the spitting image. she used to visit me, you know. before you were born, she'd spend hours in that corner over there. now you sit beside me, almost near enough to touch, gorging yourself on uncut grass. no fear of me. it's like we've known each other all our lives. i guess we have. we just haven't been properly introduced. i always wanted to sing for the one who made you. she was gone before i had the chance. so i'll sing for you. i'll call you baby. i know you're grown. but you'll always be her little girl. and she'll always be alive in you. somewhere my eyes can't follow, a cardinal sings too. hi baby. hi. how wonderful you are. 221007 what's it to you? who go blather from