I look forward to the delivery of another carpet
I've seen its like before
An annual arrival that stretches far
In memory and before the waking eye
Mimicking the sky above
As it shows at dawn and dusk
Over the limestone hills
And walls of oak and cedar and mesquite
The weave is different every time
The pattern never quite the same
Though the dyes always are
Showing brilliantly before they fade away
And the carpet tends towards its dirty brown
Again
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