YOUNGER SISTER
Happy birthday, universe! How often
is it? Five billion celebrations doesn't seem
quite enough. Maybe I sing it once a day,
as joyful as just now, November 17th,
3:45pm. sipping licorice tea, nibbling an apple.
Eternity, your older sister, coaxes me to praise
your regions of apparent emptiness, where you split
and fold, giving birth to the wholeness resounding in each part.
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