To crochet with notes


Write for me a song that you can sing
behind blue curtains and waving wind
to the tossing kite and lonely string,
when the silvered sky cracks, caving in.
Sing me a song that you know will stay-
blotchy inked, water washed yesterday
may try very hard but cannot fray
the tune woven through this disarray.


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