As the drapery folds, another stitch is sewn.
The burrs stash away snow in their sticky thimble thumbs.
I sit wooden in the living room.
Around me the walls feel my breathing.
Water still drips, cats still play...
Held in a pose simply watching the other hand move.
© 1990 Sonja Phinney in High Falls, NY
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