Slip Stitch


bears my threads with ease

as i speed

toward fortuitous expectancy

a recollecting

of caliper gripped curves

words with treads

that betray a crossing

on walks

pedestrian in ways

and we burn the learned

with audacity

and still the need

of a feverpitch breeze

a reverie

where stars twirl strands

made by hand


© M.G. Iannucci 2019