memories of poems assigned
compelled write of spring
first handknit sock. look!
much self congratulation
alas: big, baggy
soon to be a pair
winding yarn al fresco is
a special delight
casting on same size,
the extra bowl of ice cream:
knowing bad choices made.
so near a yarn store
a flat tire's stress diminished.
the sea is full of fish.
3 comments:
O! your colors sing!
come west with knitting supplies
bring your camera, too.
The first sock I ever knit was too small. Rites of passage I suppose.
Socks handmade by me
Seemed like a bad idea
Until yesterday
On the plane to home
Casting on sixty stitches
I was a goner
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