Title: Strand
Author: Heather P.

I caught a single hair,
Within the papers bind,
A book of verse and rhyme,
Beyond me were the words intent,
For they were the thoughts of yesterday,
and today,
but not of now.
They cracked the wording,
Unable to contiain the fluid poetry of many hearts past,
Between which my hair lay,
Invading upon a part,
To which I merely pretend to be able to play.