The seamstress


She used chimney-pots for thimbles
and she tied knots in the shingles.
She used pylons for needles,
thread of wires and pins of windmills.
She could cross stitch and dart
the white lines between passing cars.
But her finest work of art,
was the way she embroidered the stars.

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