He walked past a little place
A small portal of undoing.
Remembering a slight tatter of cloth,
The beginning of a frayed edge
A hint of the word threadbare...
Fabric on his chest pulled tight
An improper drpery at best
Cock surety made the man
Or so he thought
Or so he imagined
She looks over at the inspiration board
Divining the reason for the season
He so far away
Out of sight
Hard to find
She in love with rugged user friendliness
He in love with a concept
They write love notes on falling leaves
And trade kisses on forcibly weeping willows
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