something to connect you to

under another day of unseasonal sun/mildness
we lay out blankets and
bundles of willow and pillows upon which to perch
moving from the three-rod whale weave to
french randing and back again
_______

the most important part sole says mahogany saysa
of a handle something to connect you to your basket
_______

the meditation sole calls it,
this practice of over two, under one
followed by the over under over
interspersed with whip-selecting and trimming and tucking and
all day poured into what can be made by
the tiny reachings of a willow snipped
down by the pond and
woven into itself

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