February 16

the predicted storm
unpredictably
didn’t arrive

skeins of purple yarn,
blue yarn, brown, yellow
wait
by the bamboo knitting needles
for the promised
undelivered quiet.
Hush.
Wait.
It’s only February–
snow is in the forecast

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