The sewing thread
spins the spool
undoes the soles from the shoes
and the flicker from the trees
and the locks from the doors
takes my "maybe" to make it "of course"
The sewing thread
in the bottom of a purse
lies in wait for fingers
sends them through others
making sense, making riddles
pulls my "maybe" through "of course"
The sewing thread
in its hundred thousands
follows black lines
in sidewalk cracks
in iris tenses mends
everything to this
"maybe- of course"
aug 25, 2011
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