Calico Garden

In the calico garden
where bolts line up in even rows
of pristine potential

she touches the textiles
to feel the cloth speak
then picks indigo blossoms
tilled in a landscape of teal

She’ll cut and pin and stitch together
a new shirt
to get wrinkled and worn and possibly torn
fulfilling its purpose
to be lived in

Originally posted March 16, 2016

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