Poem by Dan Allen
A string slides
While dirt clings
to surrounding hairs
Its’ place is found
The knots are sown
The cloth is done
So is the path of string
On its way to becoming more
While being less
An echo carries today
A memory away
In stillness, in fog
Sounds insulated
Smells profound,
Memories pull the string
The knot unties
Emotions pour in
Filling the space where the union had been