by J.C. Hay
Days spooling out in loops and whorls
Building into weeks.
Building into years.
Shaping each life into a sweater,
Or warm, reliable socks,
Or something else less readily identifiable.
Here is a flourish;
Fine entrelac colorwork.
Some ornate, some functional,
But all beloved - at least while on the needles.
And they tik-tik
Thin bone clocks
That push each piece towards completion
And that unavoidable, final snip.
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