Mending

Mending by Michael R. Burch I am besieged with kindnesses; sometimes I laugh, delighted for a moment, then resume the more seemly occupation of my craft. I do not taste the candies; the perfume of roses is uplifted in a draft that vanishes into the ceiling’s fans that spin like old propellers till the room is full of ghostly bits of yarn ... My task is not to knit, but not to end too soon. Published by Poetry Super Highway and Poetry Life & Times