Fabric

By Sam Veres

Shag carpet hillsides of a thicker kind
The frogs were plaid and dimpled with careful stitching 

Trees hung slow and heavy
Weeping willows wandering their blanket roots through
         cotton ground

The sky rained purple yarn, pillows of lightning sinking into
         plush soil

Stars of low-lit lights strung from the chalky air
Seas of buttons of every size color shape crush crumble 
Alive and breathing rose and tumbled along the steepled shore

Stuffed fish garble amidst the smooth wake, chattering against
         the tide
Lakes and spools of thread tangle together knotting twisting
         between our bare toes 

Songs waft from the music hole a few yards away
Birds swallowing the higher notes