hope waits
along my edges
almost visible
like a bird flitting
from branch tip
to branch beneath
moon-mottled leaves
I used to know stars
by sight sagittarius draco
orion the bears
of course
but the sky’s darker now
I’m unsure about most
of my life’s smudges
unsure of the connections
between what remains
still I sift patterns
like tattered lace
threading stars
or bees dancing
between flowers
(October 30, 2014)
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