Poem #48

the feel of it is smooth against my skin
I bought it at a special store for yarn
for when I get the urge to knit, begin
knit, knit, hold, double toe-up socks to darn
to decrease, you just knit two together
to increase, you pull it and yarn-over
in the craft, I’m always getting better
my supply of yarn is ever lower
almost every pattern is my ad lib
I create hats and mittens in the round
knit, purl, knit, purl, knit, purl, one by one rib
the constant repetition is profound
my hobby is basically therapy
combo of art and math, a rarity

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