blanket of unconsciousness, dull,
the weft, dense, fuzzy weeds,
mementos of a life, the rough
weave of the real, vast world
linen, strong and durable, coarse
wool, speckled, here and there,
with grass, leaves, and
the occasional surprise
of honeyed January heat,
when tender petals unfurl into
the oncoming white,
then fade, wither, and fall
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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