one running away.
One was backlit, burning, golden;
one black, dead black, alone.
One mended what was broken;
one was still busy breaking.
One was silky, tender, extending
needle, sheaf, shard or token;
one was bruised, dazed, frightened,
stubborn, mute and slow to ripen.
[Melanie Richards, 'Dialectic of the Divided Self', from 33 Minnesota Poets]
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