My sister's in Japan.Collecting anecdotes, soaking
up every drop of life she can,
the way she does. We'll wring
her dry next week, mouths hanging
open to catch delightful and delicious
drops of stories, vicarious visitors
to Tokyo. I've been to Paris,
Scotland, Israel that way.
She's been to India, in reverse.
She's too petite for us to
share clothes but hand-me-down
travel's even better. One day
we'll go together, giggling
over cocktails as we used to
do with paper dolls.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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