A Lost Work of Art
Colorful treads layered with gilt
fling upward, pulled by swift rage;
a work of art made with soft silk,
once pretty, now without image.
How iridescent one seems...
as it flees from the messy base,
leaving the pile of torn strings;
it refuses to turn into lace!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2011
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