I was spun from sunlight,
starlight made me. I was
sown of silk, a firefly’s
lifeline stitched golden.
Dyed and dried, weaved
& smoothed and soothed
‘til I shimmered soaring,
an eaglet’s feather never
softer, I was stripped and
measured, snipped & slip-
ped into service, my purpose
to adorn, to heighten, en-
hance – I was born beau,
elegance born of starlight:
on a haberdashery’s high
shelf I stopped. I waited,
shining for all who came
by, until maternal fingers
took me, tied me ‘round
cold bare bark, hoisting
flowers for passing cars.
