11.24.2020

one was still busy breaking

One was reaching out; 
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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