She was eccentric and nostalgic
using brown shipping paper to capture;
tape, pin, snip, her hands fled deftly
Her mind clicked for an imaginative purpose;
is it a sailboat? is it a pair of sails?
The sewing needles ran
at the speed of thought. Straight lines,
folded edges, crisp corners
Pressed and smoothed an image began
to stand out from among the rest,
is it a setting sun or rising moon?
The triangles filled with thought
and the spinnaker sails arose into
curtained cloths.
Page 6, The Dreamer’s Soul, by Kathryn Aubrey
ISBN: 0-9747822-0-3, 2003
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