Selling Spiel [On Maxwell Street]
This blanket is a tough weave, sir.
Those blood spots were woven into it by design.
The yarns were chosen from sheep and goats tried by zero
weather, blizzards, undiminishing wind and hard usage.
You will not wear out this blanket in your lifetime, sir, nor
mine.
The weaving was done slowly; they took their time, sir; they
were stubborn about the materials; just one of those
accidental-looking blood spots took ten years, sir.
Structure
9 lines · 1 stanza