Paulette Laufer

Thread of a Harmony

What if you couldn’t sing
but you sang, and in the very act 

of singing you find a rough note
and the note ekes into melody,

strand of melody cobbles itself into song,
not a song that would be sung 

but one that could be carried in the thread
of a pocket, sewn into a lining, a harmony

tucked there, when you need it.