167/365: Knitted Continuity

grandma's hand

I wonder what it is like up there
in a mind that forgets.
I wonder if it knits together continuity
out of all the dropped threads
just as ours do,
looping narrative through the scenes
to keep us moving left to right
along the line and out the door.

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