I feel the words invite me in
The story takes my hand and then
It sets me gently in a chair
and takes me to some place, some when
It asks me to sit back, relax
and listen while a thread begins
a thread that soon a garment forms
or blanket or a scarf, it spins
a pair of gloves, the fingers warm
a jacket keeping off the cold
a story that passed long ago
but never, ever growing old
2013/04/01
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