Unicorn

for: National Poetry Month,

a new effort, not from Two Ghosts.

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One thread, tattered, lies hidden

beneath the surface of the tapestry.

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Stand away from the wall

Stand back!

The guard protects the expanse

atop the marble steps.

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Stand back from the wall.

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The needlepoint, on tour,

gathers round it

the rapt consideration of centuries.

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A vista of woven Unicorns,

the carpet first adorned a breezy

palace hall,

when each Duchess

dropped a stitch every hundred years.

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One thread, never pulling free,

not attached to the heart,

a fiber serving no known purpose,

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Not a bit of it seen,

not being there to the eye,

like being alive and not being somebody,

not only not famous

but a filament detached, floating unbound,

waiting within its perception

to be christened.

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