Esther Altshul Helfgott Sister The pain of brother runs through her veins like first son's blood hunting a new river-flow. Holding onto new prey, he does not look back. The new life is solely his. He defines - creates - without them. That was Nature's plan, after all. Their parents are almost dead. He will see her when their mother goes. Then his freedom from the old river that ran his mind until his body fled will be assured. He knows. (His life's that way). As for her, she no longer waits her brother's hand. She studies the river from which he ran. |
Published in Chrysanthemum. PoetsWest Literary Journal and other anthologies |
