Oct 2012
My eyes fly
to the swatch of sack-cloth
abandoned in a corner of the floor,
no doubt considered
for use in a patchwork at some point.
I wonder if it mourns
its shortcomings.
to the swatch of sack-cloth
abandoned in a corner of the floor,
no doubt considered
for use in a patchwork at some point.
I wonder if it mourns
its shortcomings.
(Saturn)
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