Twist or Wale

June 8, 2012 at 2:24 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , , , )

The past is a master weaver,

warp and weft firmly drawn;

beating our mixed yarn with his reed;

‘til we lie weighted in our futures,

like carpets at Gethsemane.

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