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Silver Weaver
She walks the inner
perimeter.
Counter clockwise.
Each silver thread
attached
precisely
at the corner.
The fabric of her
home stronger
with
each turn.
Morning’s golden
arch
lights
her brown
round
body.
She is
weaver
builder
home maker
hunter.
Steadily
she turns
the wheel of
time.
Silver tapestry
blows
in the morning
breeze.
Home and hearth,
hunting ground,
one.
Diane
Sherman |