Saturday, June 12, 2010

Lacework in the Morning

The softly rhythmic click of tip on tip
keeps time as steaming mug of coffee cools
while with each row I stop to take a sip
and study where I next must place the jewels
that peek between soft twisted strands of lace
now slowly forming from the loops of black
in lustrous thread where wool and silk embrace.
The charted squares allow me to keep track.
Each row one hundred fifteen stitches long
until I start decreasing at each edge.
My hands combine with thread in time and song
to make the gift I promised by my pledge.
For though they've savage beasts put on display
the zoo needs funds to last from day to day.

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