> "Untied" by Judith Pacht
scraps collected
saved & shaped to stanzas
or laid out with care on paper
like starched & ironed organza
            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
                      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
©2024 Judith Pacht

©2008 Katherine Williams