Life Choices

abigfatcanofworms Personal Reflection November 15, 2020 1 Minute

 Account for the hairs on a sow’s ear
 with soft fingertips
 gingerly;
 these are our days
 one textured hair at a time,
 patternless
 and yet arranged;
 adept as flowers
 on a bush.  
 I watch my map
 spool out
 in retrospect -
 a pretty kaleidoscope
 of many-coloured dust -
a child 
with a box of chalk.

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Published November 15, 2020

2 thoughts on “Life Choices”

jewishyoungprofessional says:

November 15, 2020 at 11:38 pm

” these are our days / one textured hair at a time,” and “I watch my map / spool out / in retrospect -” The whole poem is beautiful and I especially love those lines.

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  November 16, 2020 at 6:31 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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