Like everything I patch
Spills back out.
Like sand from an unpluggable hole
Almost solely to make me get out the needle and thread
And try again.
As those tiny grains slip
Through my fingers and bounce
Off and on the uneven ground
Pitter-pattering
Mocking of that small hole
That nothing can fix
No matter how thick the needle
Or steady the hand.
12/28/2014
Riley Welch
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