Poem by Dan Allen

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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


Story2024-0216 Author's email: "I often think about how we talk to ourselves and how these thoughts create the story of who we are, who we think we are. And our emotions get completely entangled in the drama. A drama that ends the moment we stop thinking."