What Strange Alphabet

Quilts read,
Studied, written on;
Quilts gathering dust,
Whites yellowing,
Seams splitting;
Quilts missing stitches,
Ohio stars fading
Like the close of day.

Quilts, attracting,
Repelling, confusing,
Hypnotizing, warming the heart,
Pleasing the eye,
Draw tears for the past,
Lift spirits for unborn memories
That will fade
Like dye.

Quilts forgotten in
Basement-boxes,
Attic-windows, and

Dark-cornered sheds;
Quilts that tell a story
With a Lancaster rose
And a ladder for Jacob.

What strange alphabet,
What grand handiwork,
Like people who quilt
Through winter with
Cotton.


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