The Silken Strand

November 06, 1995|By Cooper Walker

Across your opened letter lay a strand,

One strand, a silken strand of auburn hair;

I gazed in wonderment why it lay there.

Did you on purpose place it there by hand?

Or did it fall haphazardly and land

Just so, across? Whichever way, the snare

Has sprung and caught its quarry unaware.

I wonder if by happenstance or planned.

I must convince myself you meant to place

That silken strand across the lettered page,

With a sly purpose on your gentle face,

With care, as a director sets the stage;

Yes, quite convince myself, for if I do,

It makes no difference if it's false or true.

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