Some Midnight Thoughts

sometimes poetic, sort of philosophical and occasionally with a psychological insight—me cogitare

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Kolam


from
macramé
a mother can learn
to truss up husbands, sons,
all in inextricably complex knots
to keep them close bereft of closeness

but, from my own children
I can learn each day
the unknot
one




by A. Ian Kruger

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