In her dream
she’s sitting beneath a coral jasmine tree
needling a bloom
smelling the freshly mown grass, coral mulch, lemon tea
stitching the moment into timelessness.
Her handiwork
hooped within a frame has screwed tight
the starched vulnerabilities
for the pricks of silk tradition.
She has spent hours imagining the final design—
a pretence of choice.
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