Through Uncivil Twilight

no subtext without context
i had thought to make nothing explicit
   save pattern and color
   angle and definite limit
to let any stars (silenced by the distance)
   dawn through the soft grid
   dawn through all this wool thread
weaving, before dawn, through uncivil twilight
   warp and weft switching
   the beating bar beating
to only rethread at the gentlest deft whim
   or only soft darksoft necessity
to only dye the whole cloth
   once the raveling edges are
   tied soft away in tight silence

Allison Boyd can usually be found teaching English, staring at the ceiling, or watering heat-stricken jasmine vines. Allison’s work has appeared in The Penwood ReviewNibble, and Eunoia Review.

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