Naxos
Nobody ever thought to ask her
where it was that the thread had come from,
and at what cost. What were the things
which she unravelled to make it easier
for him to travel back and forth
through complicated passages,
and what they’d meant.
What were the tales she would invent
to justify the loss, the damages,
all those black sails.
Posted on April 30th, 2011 at 11:59 pm by b
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