where did she go? The girl with the golden stitch
who is he, old worn and weathered hat
the sun is back and beats against the clouds
he has lost, silence, science
the drip of the leaky faucet
the tremble
the sky spins and smiles
she has moved on
the man with the hat never smiles
the cloud in his pocket breathes
his hands are a map of the past
the shovel hangs on the wall
polished, clean, reflecting light
little orange bottles hold dreams
waiting to be released into the sky
what does the vessel keep
he looks into the mirror
the clouds dance
he keeps her close
safety, comfort
they have always loved
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