Untied
scraps collected
saved & shaped to stanzas
or laid out with care on paper
like starched & ironed organza
crushed
oh those crumpled hours
torn & tossed away
(something might be there)
& then once when I was three
I tried to tie my shoe hurled it flying
fury against the flowered wall
paper
making bruises of purple-petaled flowers
not so much later
I came to know
the shoe’s lace better
its loop-the-loop
its up-round-down
& then the lace & I
became a bow
saved & shaped to stanzas
or laid out with care on paper
like starched & ironed organza
crushed
oh those crumpled hours
torn & tossed away
(something might be there)
& then once when I was three
I tried to tie my shoe hurled it flying
fury against the flowered wall
paper
making bruises of purple-petaled flowers
not so much later
I came to know
the shoe’s lace better
its loop-the-loop
its up-round-down
& then the lace & I
became a bow
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