Two ends by Ann Wood
Two endsI'm cutting two threads this night,
whiter than snow, darker than blood,
to run away from disease, to proclaim bad ones
from my home before dawn.
I knot the joy of catching,
in the thread the sun shines,
from sleep my child when he gets up
his hand to shout with song.
Dew land has not yet grown
and the bird did not leave the nest,
trembles at my table with marvelous force
in red and white thread love.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-03-02 at 03:55
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