A walk with my sister

Thief stealing twilight
she runs like a dancer along curbs.
From the terraced gardens
a single rose leans over the wall.
I gently tug its thorn-webbed stem downwards,
I steal a breath of rose,
I stare into the turmoil of her petals and see myself.
Sister sees the blackberries ripening!
Easing a berry from its nippled stem,
I taste sunshine wine, darkened by cool nights.
We mourn the fallen berry,
crushed beneath clumsy shoes,
then skip away laughing,
eyes wide as the sky.
We leap over still, posioned water in the concrete river.
We blow the spores of grasses for good luck.
We sprint across deserted intersections,
following the path of star constellations
drawn out in abandoned coins.