kaplopblog in Pickerel Poems November 30, 2019May 1, 2021 20 Words Needle a button waits a needle hums a thread whispers through the eye calm ascends the button holds as I mend Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading...