Needlepoint

Gretchen Johnsen

The past is tapestry. It never fails
its conservation, bright vermilion berries
and the soft dun beast, the unexpected horn.
The threads have found their way. I see
the fabric in my sleep, dream damask gardens
stitched and silent. Men and women wait.
My finger, pricked, signs scarlet on the cloth.

 

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