“A Song for Sisters” by Robert Holzhausen

A gander is a goose you see
And an ox is one of oxen
As a person is to people three
And strollers go out walking

She stuffs herself in suitcases
Far off with thoughts and talking
In Russia where the Russians be
And kittens roll in cotton

Alone is something by yourself
When together is uncommon
My sister shares my family
But little else too often

Dead intellects are far away
From street side painting auctions
And rusted relic scaffolding
And apples saved from rotting