Penelope’s Cloth

She weaves
a tapestry of leaves.
The veins and ribs
reworked annually.

As a leaf lurches
and takes flight,
light shines
through the leaf’s
puckered skin.

The loom is a handspan
in its breadth.
The leaf’s golden face,
a whisper of hope.

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