Madison
All afternoon they tugged their weary shadows
up and down the sun-kissed streets,
leaving an imaginary warp on the loom
only they could see. A compulsive urge
to repair the fabric of reality had led them
here, where so many feet and voices
had protested the damage. The dissonant
descant of an off-key saxophone
followed their restless footsteps back and forth
across cloudy gaps as they waited
for the pesky sun to return
and thread them with light.
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