alone in the arbour
knitting words and moonbeams
poems for cold winter nights
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knit one, purl one,
swapping stories with the stars
the warmth extends
alone in the arbour
knitting words and moonbeams
poems for cold winter nights
***
knit one, purl one,
swapping stories with the stars
the warmth extends
Tear along
the starry perforations,
strips of night,
to blindfold
the evil eye.
The new white lilies
want to dance
with the naked moonbeams.
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