becoming (Bella Bear)

I once made
a little bear

cut the fur
against a pattern

material tufts

straying hair

bulbous outlines
I failed to recognize

inside out
and each edge
against
another edging

little pins
and little pins

inverted
and enjoined
by the detail
of close stitching

stray pieces
of random fluff
coalesced
reversed
then filled
to make a body

a mouth
a nose
and eyes

a face
new born

so Bella Bear
became

as though she always
was

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© Frank Prem, 2017

August 2017 Poem #31: free (for a little while)