for Rain and Crystal
she's moved out, younger of the two, the first already gone. two women now, standing in wind, the years behind, the years ahead. the hilltop holds the view: redwoods, coastal hills, and on a clear day, ocean, the other mother. how far can you see, my daughters? o precious ones, may the winds be kind and your dreams draw you gently.
© 1996 Leslye Layne Russell