© 06-10-2013, G. V., All Rights Reserved
Her woolen craft expressed some inner need
one pointing needle would crochet the socks
(an obi dance perhaps would stop this greed
for topsy flaps and sock flat feet on rocks.)
The happy socks were knitted by that lass
that lovingly composed some woolen warm
best poems published proving braided class
while woolly woolies danced the shake-sock forms
She made sock legs, heel flaps, sock cuffs... sock cuffs?
crocheted yarn on colored plaited schemes
the best sopranos run to wear the fluffs
constructed like their arias neat dreams.
Her socks were loved and plaited by refined
magenta and pink yarns that intertwined.