©2021 Michael Raven

stolen, these threads of song
gossamer, bound and taut
kidnapped in laughter
caged gilded wrought
i held the memory, the note
jealous and delivered
strong piercing air
a voice in my head, only

threadbare, i held them
until snows melted
but spring
never came to break the chain

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