My sisters in the garden;
her fine hair spreading wider, she
opens up her face to me

Shy little thing.

My brothers in the fields,
their bodies stretching higher,
reaching reaching touch the sun

So quick to claim the hour.

**inspired by my imaginings of what life might be like many years after a dystopia (and by watching Independent Lens and POV, and reading The Other Side of the Island too many times). I apologize in advance for any go-green sentiments or other cheesiness... (cringe)**