A Jumble of Ribbons

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I’m made of a jumble of bright silk ribbons
And somewhere along the way
A ribbon was snagged
Perhaps it was caught by Jupiter
In the vortex of his violent eye
And so, as I move about life
I slowly unwind
I feel the pieces of me
As they fall, scatter and evade
I hesitate to give chase
I won’t be led backwards
I suppose I’ll have to create new silk threads
In which to house my weary soul
But first, tell me
Was that drink made for me?
Do you remember how I love Gatsby?
-LM Jones

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