waiting to be woven

when the storms did nt give way
and the clouds held sway
i paused and folded myself
in the knots
outside the window from which
fell a ball of wool
loose, untied, crumbled, entangled
now, all the pieces
of my dreams are untangled
and spread all around
waiting to be woven
tied in the knots of your braids

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