Going for a spin
(a silly season poem)
This untiring seamstress road
stitches meadows, sky to sky.
We in button-coloured cars
needling up to speed, zip by.
Hemmed in by embroidered trees,
ribboning through Queen Anne's Lace,
where the hoop around the hills
holds velvet tapestries in place.
A tape is playing in the car
as we haberdash the miles.
I'll cut and pin this on the net,
notions to buttonhole your smiles
Sally Evans
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