Hmong Hangings Sisters, you who sewed these pa ndau with your fleet fingered running stitches, with their neat folds of fabric on fabric. On one, the pleat of purple on black, the other--slate blue on brown and always the white skip of thread as they blossom out mandala-holy in their frames-- they watch over me to my right, to my left as I sit on my couch and watch my shows. They minmbly murmur Asiain chants-- elephant walk, heart-love, rams-head. To my left, to my right, they give me your gift. As I sit under the bland light-- they knit up and tuck in my unravel. Carol Siemering Carol Siemering has been published in a number of publications including the Artword Quarterly, the Anthology of Unitarian Poets, and Unlocking the Poem. A chapbook is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. She lives in Newton, Massachusetts.
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