Folding the Linen 11-6-97

by Phil Laws   Jan 19, 2008

Retire the bedding
Of silk and crimson
The exhale of a wish in silent release
Resigning comfort
The softness of my sigh conforms to each crease
Holding such intent
And each value, each virtue
Textured and threaded like pearls
Memorable embroidery
Bent to awkward twists and curls
Overjoyed to understand wavering
With thoughts to stay prepared
For what we may someday unfold
Too soon to remember my hopes to forget
This vision of comfort I hold
With another straightening
As to press, yet still repress
Hand over hand, I divide once more
Then the sob slips between
To rest with silk in the top drawer


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