SELECTED POEMS

Unfastened

Sometimes we need to leave 
the poem behind…
and wander among shelves of soft yarn—
sea blue and grass green, burnt gold 
as autumn leaves, yellow as lemon peel,
all the tints of a pigeon’s neck—
it’s good to take home a bag of light
and shadow—to hold skeins of twilight, 
rose and lilac—make tea and sit 
with a friend (or alone), unfastened
from the mystery of our own hands as
needles and hook turn thread 
to cloth…  umbs
from a rich man’s table…

by Anita Patel
from Petals Fall (2022)

 

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