Blue


Perched on wood tapestry; watch

Lines flow into consciousness of the

Spider who remains to polish her stones.

Ribbons and purple, soul’s paint and pencils,

All are guardians of the blue.

Trapped inside the churn, touched

Darkness encroaches, pierced at the glow,

Drawn round the circle, pulled out and about

Inside and outward.

Tiny glow remembers

When the blue almost died.

All ban together now, pressed into white,

All hold her secrets

Locked hidden and tight.


10/13/06

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