The Thread

Sinking summer rays on days like
these reveal the otherwise invisible
thread.
It scars your belly
follows the curve of your thigh
leaves its imprint ‘round the corner
of your eye.
Stuck behind your ear
you detected it first, left behind by
the daring caress of a lover.
It entangled friends, bent the path of a
stranger, now spans along October coasts.
Make a knot, tie it down with a flint.

One day a knitting granny will pick up a thread and chuckle
as her fingers encounter a
knot and a stone.





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