When you left
I offered you (words):
a broken oar,
a too-short piece
of twine
Now, you have returned
them, unused, tied
to feathers in
a small, wooden ark --
a single, golden "Tav" carved in the lid.
My simple contraptions
so plain next to your gift
I cannot imagine how to put
those childlike puzzles together again.

3 comments:
Wow! That's all. Just wow! Thank you for sharing this.
Ahna
Beautiful.
lovely
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