Telling Beads


She stitched along the hem of my dress
Gold braid studded with beads
Red for trouble, white for clarity
Clear for the unrevealed future
These are your memories twisted together
You will walk with them.

I saw my babies laughing in white
I saw in red the color of feuds
In one clear bead I stared into a jungle
Quiet, brilliant, and myself in it
Looking back to see
As it dropped from a branch
A soft-furred black shape
That blotted out the light
And turned my life’s translucency to night.

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