Call From
Unavailable keeps calling
Sometimes I answer
"Hello?"
The line goes to a buzz
Hung up.
Yarn
Potential sits in baskets
In my kitchen
Skeins of yarn saturated with color
That, with time and effort
A formula
Might become blankets, scarves
Something that can be used
And be a part of life.
It's chaotic sitting there
Wound.
Unfinished
A reminder of all that could be made.
Like a child
Or a mind
It is, and yet it isn't.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
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