A Patterned Carpet
(July Tanka)
A patterned carpet,
the city is unrolling
between the bus stops…
I roll it up in my eye
and send it on to a friend.
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Clouds, high in the sky,
saturated with sunshine,
rapidly drifting –
like currents across oceans,
like thoughts across continents.
Christina Egan © 2012
The idea of the big city as a woven carpet is also pursued in the German poem Geflechte.
Photographs: Silk cloth from Madagascar. © The Trustees of the British Museum. — Schloßgarten Fulda. Christina Egan © 2014.
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