Attention To Details

Attention To Details

a time ago, the year before,
but not quite so, i noticed;
noticed, a sliver of a thread,
obnoxiously hidden, behind that,
this and that –
no formal space was explained,
never the less, it stood out,
rather obtrusively in my glare,
a dainty yellow fray,
about 12 feet from my peripheral,
blazing strands of whatnot,
it was that same year,
that stretched into about 222 –
thousand!
when red burst through,
my two suns,
the two, i say
those two watched over me,
as i sucked in as much air –
my lungs could hold,
eyes transfixed on that brazen thread,
they (2(22) suns) still – watched;
and i blew out until i started to cough,
i had nothing left,
i gasped in shakes,
gulped in as by breasts heaved,
nearly hyperventilating –
silently, i heard the yellow dear;
stream out in a smile of recognition