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Twisting Yarns
by A. Paige White
She sits in the lamplight
long midnight hair
upswept, learning
how to twist the yarns
As one knot is formed
she weaves a small story
of her love
and her friend
with brunette curls
repeats the conversation
with her ex, "I found my string"
"Well, if you have the time..." he replied
Three knots of laughter
to a knot of string
weaving into the bright
colored turns for twists
and "not!"s
"Look at mine!
It's all jacked up."
"can't spell it, that word, you know,
but for that sentence..."
I miss the rest of that flow
the little chain grows
in twists and twists
and twists and knots
the final length
undetermined if for
wrist, ankle, neck
the stories and laughter
weave in such a simple
soothing rhythm
as do their threads
"No, no, Lo Lo,
Don't pull my string!"
More laughter wafts
through the air
and shining hair
and is weaved
into the decorations
we will wear
merely for the love
and the time
and the care
and woven laughter
of friends.
07/24/2007 Author's Note: Highly offended to hear it referred to as "summer camp projects",
They wear their hippy decorations with such flair.
Posted on 07/25/2007
Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White
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