Holding the piece together.
Tethered,
Like a squeaky merry-go-round
Flying like a hundred nylon kites,
Swooping tips,
Swirling tails.
Me, knotting the past to the pesent.
Over under; under over.
Holding on to remains,
With one hand.
My other palm,
Waving in tomorrow.
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