Unravel, Ball of Yarn

An image waits
Blurry and taunting your mind’s eye
It leads to other images
They smile, bursting with color

Sounds venture onto the stage too
Smells want attention and won’t be ignored
So everything falls into place
Creating scene after scene
A little mysterious even

A living man’s rain
Is a dead man’s tale
Bringing with it a quilt of green
And vague voices rising from lushness

Everything was better then
Hope sung with a blinding sky
Nature spoke to a pair of wet socks
They flapped in the torrent
Not in any hurry to dry out

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