Sisters

We talk about the weathered map

that only we have traveled

and there’s a comradre in that

though you took different roads

we started at the same point

a point where no one else has

traversed, or set up camp

now we aid each other in ascertaining

what it all means or doesn’t mean

round and round we banter

finally lighting a match,  looking on

as the paper turns from brown to black

having decided  it all must burn

to ever really begin…