June 2020
Betsy Mars
marsfish@aol.com / facebook.com/pg/marsbitsandpieces/posts/
Bio Note: I am currently employed by my three cats and dog as a water refresher and dish cleaner/refiller, as well as occasional pillow. This has been keeping me well-occupied while I try to negotiate the new world. I am trying to find time between my duties to complete a duo book with my friend, Alan Walowitz entitled In the Muddle of the Night. The poem here, Reparations, is my part of one of our pairings.

Reparations

Such a fine web you strung:
light lines in my window
I didn't see. I didn’t see
when I pushed
my hand through,
expecting the resistance 
of glass. I punched 
a hole mindless
of your efforts and you.
You patiently re-hung, 
thread
after thread,
I watched you return
to the center time
and again until at last
it was complete 
and you rested, well-earned.
In the morning,
tatters of silk blown out in the night.
©2020 Betsy Mars
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