The curl of the ribbon by

leaves of the reeds, the grasses

paint peeling on the wet clapboards

like the curl of the flat ribbon

pulled by the blade of scissors

wrapping a package in gold

moving in the autumn breeze

bathed in a puddle of light

grasses above the maple leaves

calling my eyes, in delight



Raymond A. Foss, ribbons

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