How delightfully sinister
to welcome another lefty
into the family.

My sister will always be
her right-hand woman.
Lake Erie’s gray morning ire
will become its evening calm.

Gales do pass.
Humility gets defined
over and over again
with the seiche’s oscillation.

And we’ll sit down to another meal
without elbowing one another
at the table. Nothing
sinister there at all.