The red yarn laces in a bold pattern of entangled road ways and cul-de-sacs
the perfect traveling sweater, with built-in maps to the the places I imagine
I'd wear it to. I could rest comfortably in a train compartment in this
sweater, or maybe ride a llama in Peru(if Peruvian llamas allow you to ride).
I think this sweater could handle an Alpine trek on cross-country skis,
and probably some Russian gambling party involving copious amounts of vodka.
I know this is a smashing sweater for a muddy spring walk near any glittering lake.
This sweater has already been to the office, and the grocery store, the gas station
and the DMV. The patterns are familiar to me and as bold as any sweater's life might be.
This sweater has gathered lint from the local bookstore and has smelled like
Chinese food. This sweater has been tossed to the floor when one was in the mood.
There is a loose loop that dangles and if it snags somewhere-
This versatile sweater may never arrive here nor there.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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