They were perfect for each other
at the Double Drop Water Company;
keeping each other company,
certain shapes matching each other,
like one could be a sister,
the other a brother ...
What was missing
was their components as lovers,
creatives in fear as art,
their promise pipers apart
when the short shadows
no longer hurting, the pain
in the piping,
the promise of war in the offing, injured
at the office,
in longing the retail recovery
went up in smoke,
the sugar cookie cutter
people all left town
as they returned to mop
up the mess
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