full and heavy in tall water wheels
climbing, falling in lost time-
the finest thread on the loom
yet unwoven by the sun.
A bittersweet silk heart knots hidden
yet exuberant in scattered light-
scattering the seams to see the soul,
the secret lost in blushing green.
Come galloping the spring rain
to scatter the falling earth,
And perhaps the twisted stones,
the hard flourishes of pressed song
will open and fly free.
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