wall lace
full circle

morning, yes, morning before the afternoon
damp spring sweater wool winter smell
thick and loose and shifting and falling
    leaned on the creak of wood and iron
legs dig deeper, rust disturbed

For 25 cents each

the lines of her hand
crafted in Hungary
lost in the attic
the first warm day
of this very last decade

Hands of Fatima
in Star of David

bought and stowed
in my back pocket

its the clocks i like
to keep track of the passing time


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