The tree of life
The words were tied
a God's eye
with sticks
and stones in my eyes
words that won't break
in the falling
even cleanly with hands
that break bread
the yarn was hair
tying back the tree of life
what life would be discarded
in yard waste and mess
I'll make a God's eye
you make a mandala
and we will live again
the words in the hand
when a child plays yarn games
God's eye around fingers
we threw sticks into the water
Pooh sticks
which will keep going
on a shallow creek
that made its own bed (s.m.g.)
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