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Untitled by Mindy Townsend
from Legacy 2009
Untitled
by Mindy Townsend
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Like a needle ripping in and out ofa coarse fabric.
Sticking you in the finger
When you least expect it.
Drawing one bright drop of blood.
So it is with them,
Yet they don't always cause pain.
They unite the two opposites
Leaving behind the bright thread of themselves in between.
And yet sometimes the brightness fades.
Threads unravel in too much wear.
And only a memory remains where, once.
There was a picture.
Don't rip the fragile threads.
The least likely are the anchors.
Hold their hands; hold them within your pattern,
Intricate subtlety is sewn in them.
