along with a flyswatter, a penny, 2 buttons a couple books and a large envelope, this small tangle of threads has been on the wood chest that serves as the table for the morning chair. I have looked at it for days, i don't know how many. several. have noticed how under the lamplight before dawn, the threads have a sheen, a glow. This morning i watched it glow and picked it up and placed it here. Could not really see it in the dark but when morning light came, yes. This is it. This is the Dream.
it's stitched down.
Crows feet need to wait until the right moment when i can truly feel them.
a feather from heaven for Yvette
