Like knitting from the needles, your life grows.
You knit and purl the days, weeks, months,
row by row into a shapeless length with
a dropped stitch here and there.
Then, on your birthday – cast off.
Ignore the pucker and flare
Just Celebrate
the ambiguous garment of another year.
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Lovely, but I would love to read the one about the Bolton Street cemetary.
Comment by Suz — October 24, 2010 @ 8:42 am |
Thanks Suz. Bolton Street Cemetary is on a later page in the poetry section. Best wishes Jack.
Comment by jacksperkins — January 8, 2012 @ 8:35 pm |