The century-ancient siblings dwelt as recluses
in the
shuttered stone house carved into the cliff.
Seeking their rumored riches,
a sleuth came knocking,
pleading aid for her feigned accident in the night rain.
The wild-haired, stuttering brother
confusedly ushered
her through dim, smoky chambers.
In the corners loomed the other siblings’ shadows.
The tall sister whispered, “We know why you’ve come.”
Nevertheless, they showed her, in the cellar’s back wall,
a fissure opening into a wailing red cavern.
The siblings let her go inside,
confiding how they wished they could follow,
instead of waiting at the edge.
She stumbled through time,
returning decades older,
years earlier,
to join them in waiting for her own arrival.
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