The Unfinished

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Thick long grey strands of
winding loops move in and out
escaping into the already made hoops
as she casts on effortlessly,
reminiscing.

Knit, knit, purl,
purl, knit, knit,
purl, purl, knit,
knit, purl, knit,
knit, knit,
pur–she stops.

Slip, slip, slip.

Her needles quiver,
sharp, tense,
apologetic;
she forgets how to undo
the mistaken stitch.

The greys slip off the cold
needle one by one,
unraveling.

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