This entry is part 28 of 41 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Autumn 2012


How flimsy, this work of wish-making: of knotting
thread after thread to necessity, if only to make
beauty from the awareness of our perishing.


In response to an entry from the Morning Porch.

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