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| Shoelace by Linda Leavitt You scamper small steps across a grassy field where yellow buds await your soft and curious hands to pull them free of earth and shove deep into purple pockets... you gather these buds for me When small steps become measured leaps and your soft hands and tender heart become callused and the buds you gather are for someone else... don't expect me to let go. Invisibly and indivisibly we are connected, like the shoelace I taught you to tie-- occasionally loose at the knot but forever joined at the heart. my child-- I have never loved anyone so hard as I love you. Reprinted with permission by Karen Dowell for Two Dog Press. From A Year on the Avenue, Athens Avenue Poetry Circle. © Copyright 1998 by the Athens Avenue Poetry Circle. All Rights Reserved. Originally appeared in Free Zone Quarterly. |
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