LACE

At the window
watching thick rain
ruin my plans
I touch the curtain.
Lace.
Machine-made of course
at that price
but pretty nonetheless.
I consider lace.
Who invented such a thing?
Who thought –
If I twist the thread and knot it so
and leave some space
and twist again
the knots cease as flaws
and emerge
transformed
as beauty?
Who thought of that?
The genius
who made loveliness
of ruin?

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