To Livia, And, To You Reader
I see our time,
and, around it
a door.
Latchless hinging
on the thimble
thumbs of
two children.
I run into you
a needle,
arive behind
you a thread,
undone in my
knitting,
stained red.
Copyright © Local Order | Year Posted 2018
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