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Polished purple-black metal,
shiny, smooth,
with rounded, hollowed out curves
meeting in a sturdy foot,
small, rounded protuberances
emanating.
A small object,
ornament,
missile,
sculpture,
implement,
weapon?
Its purpose lost,
like long-forgotten tools
on dusty shelves,
unloved,
unwanted,
unused.
Except that now it is reborn,
resurrected,
recognized for what it is:
a symbol for the new beginning,
the rounded curves of new life,
polished hollows and shiny studs
to thread and pin and follow
the winding road of a new year.
Friko
Posted over on her site Friko's Musings
Listed as #9 over on Magpie Tales 47
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