Knotting

My fingers fly,
over
under
around
Knotting.
yellow meets red,
who says hello to blue
who is sparring with green
They fix together,
under my flying fingers
Knotting.
A coil,
like the curliest hair imaginable forms
My flying fingers stop now
The pattern is done
I step back and
crack my knuckles
which are sore from
Knotting.





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