She knits a sweater

 She  knits  a   sweater...

It   is    nine   in the   segregating    night,

When   stunning  climax  and anti climax  bright

and  brazen    bold   meet  and intersect ,

She   knits   a   sweater  of  burgundy ,cool

Her  dexterous  needle   and    hand foraying  on the  wool,

Tears  from her  eyes  up swelling  in  blood  of  pool,

Thinks   of her  unborn   child  last  year,

A   miscarriage   why? Not  known for  reasons  unclear ,

Due  to  Times’ collocations  in the  rear.