Giggles, coos, and cries
Dying, buried, raised to skies
Come, coming again
Plopping drips and drops
Heavy clouds can’t hold it in
Spring rain pouring down
Box big as a house
Many stacked like blocks ‘board ship
Mystr’ies ent’ring port
Clacking, clicking yarn
Beauty brought from winding form
Art now can be worn
Copyright Jonelle Liddell
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