The Giggle on The End of the Line
The telephone wires shake with laughter.
While she is far away
she has never been closer.
She laughs with a vigor
invisible in sight
but joyous in sight.
She is an invisible smile,
blindly traversing the state lines,
the broken highways,
the dark nights.
My sister is a giggle on the end of the line.
I am the giggle back.