a macramé of indigenous drifts
pandering subtle threads
of ferocious softness
i'm slipping inevitable strings
and bonding supple thoughts
knitting an invisible net
by needling noiseless doubt
securing gaps in space
with a tapestry of screens
i’m fraying at the edges
and smoothing all the seams
©9.30.2010 heather brager
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