Archive 04/01/11

 

   

Weavers

                                                                  

 

As the day-threads we've been weaving,

From gloriously dyed skeins of weeks and months,

Coalesce into our slowly disclosing, rapturous tapestry

Of silken silver and gold, daffodil yellow, cobalt blue, soul green,

We see the materializing image, with increasingly pleasing clarity,

And revel in the pastoral scene

Capturing exact lifelikenesses of me and you, Linda,

Floating, naked, down a stream bathing us in faceted sun-blaze,

Serpentining toward the unfinished edge of the canvas,

Where the two of us wait, elatedly, in shared cherishment,

To stitch our remaining years into an immortal love-myth

The future will install in its hall of legendary weavers.

 

 

 

 

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