Untitled Mindy Towns end
Like a needle ripping
in
and out of a coarse
fabric.
you in the finger When you least expect it. Drawing one bright drop of blood. Sticking
So
it
is
with them,
Yet they don't always cause pain.
They
unite the
two opposites
Leaving behind the bright thread of themselves
And
in
yet sometimes the brightness fades.
much wear. memory remains where,
Threads unravel in too
And
only a
once.
There was a picture. Don't
rip the fragile threads.
The least likely are the anchors. Hold their hands; hold them within your Intricate subtlety is sewn in them.
Barry Scoft^
•*
pattern,
between.
