It was not bright enough, not bright enough
to show itself to them, to all; to tempt
the world to bring it gifts; the coloured wool
would say to them look here, look here
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I love the repitition in the lines, Michael. Very haunting piece and somehow lonely. It seems like this is a search for something significant to protect. A very fine write.
Michael, I love this poem. Read it three times aloud and it just flows off the tongue. It's haunting and lovely. Carolynn