Undone
when the day
had
undone at the seams
and left all
the stuffing on the floor
this time
she didn’t bend
or stoop
dropped the needle
in the hay
gave the thread to the spider
and walked away
to the trees
of fall
and found a spot of sun
to sit
a twig to twirl
or not
the running wind
ripped up the path
wiping away
more than dead leaves
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