Watch them tug along
First her, then him
Walking like looped stitches
In the slanted evening light
Watch her thread him
On her spool
Cast perfectly on the bobbin
Of this orange sky
So long together, they have
Sewn, pulled apart, frayed
And dropped the needle’s thread
But now they rest and
Gather up their loosened strands
Bound together, always
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