(thanks to Tim Iliffe for the prompt, the work……)
. red thread .
we did not know the red thread of fate, tied readily .
tied with inevitable red or bloody rags again.
a meditation on thread, mediation of red, i dream of you.
clearly your clothes remain the same, worn, washed,
your ideas come different.
be well in your mending, despite the pain, raddled cotton .
pin to hold life again.
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