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Stretched lightly across her crown was a delicate mesh.
catching every stray strand the way quiet duty catches a careless thought.
It requires no praise, no ovation
only the discipline of wearing.
It protects the dough from a fallen curl,
maintains the soup free of wandering threads,
Protects the area where skill becomes service.
Almost undetectable, light like breath,
Still, it inhibits the minor disorder that could ruin everything.
one whole day's labour.
Glamor is not found in a hair net,
Still, its aim has respect in it.
a reminder that even the most fragile barrier
might keep a globe together.
And in its delicate texture
life holds a silent promise:
That concern mostly lurks in the items we hardly notice.