| The face was woven high up in a tree |
| From strands of straw orange against the brown |
| Had it been hoisted up for us to see? |
| The suns it had for eyes were beaming down |
| Its cheeks were broad as pumpkins plump and round. |
| From strands of straw orange against the brown |
| Woven in place or raised up from the ground, |
| It had been formed as naturally as a gaul. |
| Its cheeks were broad as pumpkins plump and round. |
| Its nose hung like a woven gourd or ball |
| A single woven flower from forehead bloomed |
| It had been formed as naturally as a gaul. |
| Its smirk and gaze out of the treeline loomed |
| The woven goatee twisting to the right |
| A single woven flower from forehead bloomed |
| We saw it in the golden autumn light |
| The face was woven high up in a tree |
| The woven goatee twisting to the right |
| Had it been hoisted up for us to see? |
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
The Face
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