We walk together again through Coyote Gulch,
sisters, side by side,
seven years of separation since our last excursion.
The water is so shallow now;
my legs sprouted while I wasn't watching,
like the winter-battered trees will have sprouted
hopeful green buds upon my return.
We were always exactly the same height,
down to the wire,
competitive about it--
growing together but not in alignment.
By the time I won,
edged you out those few inches,