Warm as the cockles,
of a
happy heart,
an amassing propagation
of vees.
Alone,
trivial. Tiny.
Together, a whole.
A harvest of silk,
and sheep
and satisfaction,
until unwittingly,
a single wild loop
blunders into a snare.
An effortful cultivation
of a league of vees.
With one unbound end,
it is unfinished, untamed.
With one mistake,
one misstep,
unfinished becomes
undone. Upended.
Unraveled.
Like a scarf is built
stitch by stitch.
A life is built
day by day.
As a scarf
may be unraveled,
so a life
may be uprooted.
And yet,
a tangle of yarn,
given tools and nurture,
may become again
a scarf,
or a hat,
or a sweater.
Renewed, refreshed,
remade.
Beginning with a vee,
and then two,
and then three.
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