a revelation

i am the woman

who

saves cards and

old ribbons

in cupboards with

pale blue jars

spins trees

from yarn

and tales

from saplings

sings louder than

bold crows

just to see them cut

black sky

burns bridges

and receipts

with both indifference

and aplomb

carries all of it

up hope mountain

to send down

avalanche and thrill

looks in the mirror

and understands:

loving you was never

my maxim

: :

i did it anyway

: :

Kelly LaFleur