And now,
threading this needle,
letting my hands
remember other days
Once polished to a blaze
the warmth of copper
and Yet
how each one
faded to a lovely gray
as though
worn pale by the night
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Once daily, now a weekly posting of found text poems from books in my studio! Selected words on a page of text announce themselves as a poem! Hope you enjoy them! Please visit my other blog, with a daily posting each weekday, at http://www.missouribendstudio.blogspot.com
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