Knots silken and hempen
cords wired like pianos
stretch and coil
but the tension won’t break.

I carry the worries of the world
in the mesh of these nets
and sometimes they drape the trees
in sorrow

tangling the light of day
birds’ wings and their autumn laments.
Sometimes one word is enough
to bring the forest crashing down.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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