Like a length of string,

like a lily of a day

a firm, fragile thing.

A spring stuck in play;

or, the spring that can begin

halfway to halfway

The fixed compass pin

where every line and degree

meet their origin.

Something new to see:

when leaves fall and branches spread,

the trunk to the tree.

For her back and head

a needle pulling, catching,

following the thread.

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