multi-colored ball of yarn
paw at me from your window box
striped with shiny sunbeams
my softened shoulders shrug
pulling myself towards interest
shake my eyes and try to sober
mauled by that unlucky clover
pray that you will somehow
save me
manufactured rounded rope
curls its finger string at me
singing softly like a siren
mustering me out to sea
coiled anchor spool of twine
secures me in my indecision
my barbed wire nest of
curiosity sedates my sense as
sound is fallen under waves
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