War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

if I could knit

for Maureen and Dove

if I could K nit and P url you back again
I’d sit and sit K nit until my knuckles burned
I’d P url and P url the world a cap
for ice ages that ever were or ever shall,
I’d Fair Isle the Arabian, the Indian Sea,
cable continents, a land bridge of wool,
a shawl for the jet stream,
anything anything to bring you back
alive and whole,
and home to me.

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