liking rags
i move on
with differing
music
the trial by glass

required for mending always
yesterday she explained to sew
the four holes in synchronicity
tight
on linen
yesterday the words came easily with labels

i think my work,
my soul
is in
my chest.

they did not know she had many, neither did she. just collected one item at a time, cared fully for         each one of them.                                                                                                          catalogued

a darker green,
jasmine climbs the window,
storms brew, we are older now.

moving on i feel it was a flashback
to the girl who wished for quiet and
can remember  in detail

don’t work if not connected, if not tuned in, you would think the experts would know that.  we need to signal to another.