Kit Kelen #632 - my precious things

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my precious things

are present to me

some highly strung

some hung

and some I am to pipe upon

all the years house won’t burn down

they gather, come to light

with them we sing a sun

moon melts

let me call them home

(I’m here!)

like crumb to rodent come

this scratch across paper

says I say

and I remember where things are

were left

then they are how the day’s divided

cloth cut to touch

a gathering

and orchestra

this is where the wonder shared

hallelujah to the chorus

creatures all concerned for me

as this picture shows

I, all ink with

nose pressed to paint

mostly among books I’m found

pretending till a garden grows