Instance of Twinning

She is dressing her sister
who is stooped and round
whose eyes appear birdlike
from behind thick lenses
bright and small teary wet
"They are wrong these makers
Clothes never fit us do they?"
"Wrong yes and no they don't!"
answers the straight tall one
made prettier still
by the droop of her matching dress
They wander apart from my sight
happy and unfettered by their disarray

These are perfect whose days make
swallow us completely
If we are inclined to such event
walk the walk out of self
Where does truth happiness lie
On the lips of free Children
Hand me hand me hand me down
your grief and sleepy pillow
i want to tell you about sisters
where they fit and why they don't
allow the imperfections of flesh
the injustice of life drag them down
They are good the life breath of love

There is a curious joining
when the one tall and perfect
is dependent upon the needs
the other bends under the load
is heavy and wears them down
where they speak in whispers
giggle at passers by
who would never understand
such dynamics of connection
These perfect grown together
whose husbands hold them each
know not where one beauty ends
The perfection of both begins
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