"The dye lots were registered in memory:
appleskin, chocolate, porcelain pan,
the stitches remembered like faded rhymes:
pineapple, sunflower, window pane, shell."

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Crochet by Jan Mordenski from Quiet Music: A Plainsong Reader (1995 Plainsong Press) https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/53578/crochet

Crochet

Even after darkness closed her eyes 
 my mother could crochet. 
 Her hands would walk the rows of wool 
 turning, bending, to a woolen music. The dye…

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