The Folded White

The light on linen

Blind,

Tucked and folded under

In a shadow no longer

White,

The return, again in anger

Sharply pleated, the pointed

Deliberation nested

Pure,

Exposed to the glare

The sun pricks the material

A long stare, hard on the surface

Reaches beyond and runs the length

Empty Still;

Edging darkness or light

Labelled one but concealing the other

Somewhere in the folded neatness

Of  order, the regular, the certain

Measured curtain

The dark on linen

Blind

MH2013

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