Poems (Page 13)

A purple ball of wool yarn, with two silver knitting needles poking through it, is nestled within a white, tan, and brown knit scarf, beside two browned leaves, on a white wooden table.

the needles were once
in capable hands
though having been grasped
they resided with man

the power now his
a pattern he made
as the intended design
had started to fade

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A macro image of a green grasshopper, with golden-brown legs, clinging to blades of grass in a field.

I am a dog lying in the doorway, a casual observer of clouds, filled with excitement, I run, spin, fall, arise, and do it again. I am an explorer of worlds, paddling down a stream. seeing old places as though new. filled with life and thought.

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