Yarn
Yarn
I feel her lithe fingers piano-keying
the spun yarn of my sleeve
and I deliberate
who can say what seized her day
did starlings glow gamboge in the hayrick
a frog gloss his amber gaze
to compliment a ladybug ambling . . .
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