clothed
once upon a pile of rags
torn, soiled and bagged
arose a seam holding strong
before all thread gone
in a wave of wind
dead dyes faded dim
off the toiled weave
to sew in naked dreams
hemmed in faux lines
meld by needle eyes
tattered and discarded
worn hope upon a sleeve
born by a gin long past
a search for familiar patterns
of chalk, folds and pins
stripes, florals, polka dots
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