Scap

Scrap Ends of complex strings woven through years, just now unraveling Me, no scrap of yarn to roll playfully around your hands While time allows your soul to slowly cast new stitches Onto differing sized needles with expected uneven tension. Please knit your practice scarves without wrapping me In the acrylic offerings of your heart Mine has paid time for many rows complete, To keep my hard fought cashmere soft I cannot chance… A spinners wheel that yields yet twine.