how can they make such rigid stuff
from soft wools, take the thing then
harden it.
they say it will last a lifetime, hold its own.
tradition.
looks as if it would hold
the rain out, repell the scattered
words of cold,
and evil. a coat so heavy
it dragged us down.
there was crocheting yesterday,
with blue and softer yarn, a small ply.
a gentle thing, a memory.
sbm.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
how can they make such rigid stuff
from soft wools, take the thing then
harden it.
they say it will last a lifetime, hold its own.
tradition.
looks as if it would hold
the rain out, repell the scattered
words of cold,
and evil. a coat so heavy
it dragged us down.
there was crocheting yesterday,
with blue and softer yarn, a small ply.
a gentle thing, a memory.
sbm.
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