early morning
watching news of disaster
she knits a scarf

tightly wrapped
the finger turns
from pink to white

yin yang of
my sweater strings
unbalanced

a string
pulled out of place
my favorite green sweater

top quarter champion

TOP half Chamption

bottom quarter champion

sharp scissors
I cut the string
that holds us together

strung together by
square lettered beads
we will never fall apart

t
 r
i
   p
     p
i
  n
     g

down the stairs
severing a string

scissors
to the string
you and me
         bro
              ken

TOP half champion

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BOTTOM half champion

slippery strings
my hands sweat
on audition day

guitar strings
serenading me
I drift to sleep

frightening
she plucks her chords
in a minor chord

pizzicato fingers
ache . . . the symphony continues
plucking away

top quarter champion

BOTTOM half champion

bottom quarter champion

the stars
strung upon her neck
grandmother's necklace

summer sun—
a knotted string
around your ankle

tying my shoe laces
the once-sleepy cat
playfully pounces

together
at last
a string of Christmas lights