Love left behind
The crochet hook’s a lovely thing
slim and slippery, with shine
apt and fitting as a pen
describing, fleet and flash
a dance with ribbons or a song
rise and fall in and out
the even rhythm soothing
and in its wake the memory of summer
click clack of spinnakers, wild white waves
gulls’ cry, salt in a spray
sunlit days, autumn’s abundance
sweet smoke rising.
Watch the wake unspooling
love left behind
in legacy.
November 30th 2021 Hounoux
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