Comity
You can’t catch
without fishing –
got to let it dangle, bait the lull
a little, wait
with a line
These lines are string
noodles of whisper-white yarn
taughtly held, intoning silence
with promised weave
like the still piano keys
beside the loom
Put the nettle on
Watch the leaves
Slowly lose themselves
Spinning in verdure
ready the wool
dip it in to a guess
drip-dry any answer
in occasional sun, walk away –
still fishing –
don’t speak to anyone
http://www.spring-fling.co.uk/blog/2016/09/comity-by-skye-loneragan/
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