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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Lucia Cherciu

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Fifty Cardigans

Stitches tight, rows close to each other,
she knitted our cardigans during long

winters over cold nights, staying up
with insomnia at the blind lamp light

as if our lives depended on them, as if
she made them from stinging nettles,

and we were her wild swans to rescue
from a spell cast under a vow of silence.

That day her daughters-in-law found fifty
cardigans with instructions to give them away.

Friends walked away hugging the soft knit:
she had spun the wool, twisted the skeins

in her serene cabin, miles from the road,
fingers dry with wool thread keratin.