before ethylene sailed away
it was all us gales up at box creek
he was all of six and sewing up dolls
charming the cactus on rhyming piano
all those moths. he threw them in the fire
he played marionettes with spiders. you smiled
he spoke calm into the sputtering candle
all those moths
swam like minnows
up the tulip tree
a raccoon cub
on each shoulder
with your winnowing ring
I AM A FIRE SWAN!
THIS IS MY QUILT!
YOU ARE MY QUEEN!
word for word.
and then he flew...
finely as we've ever sewn.
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Captivating. Fascinating.