Tools

As musicians do,
we each play an instrument.
Life Now Orchestra.

In sweet harmony
may notes and chords rise, reach high.
In tune and in sync.

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Button, buttonhole.
Cloth, needle. Soup, spoon. Tea, cup.
Made for each other.

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Hanging, dangling swing,
until pumping legs or wind
make pendulum swing.

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Up and down, they go,
with support, lest they may fall.
Handrails are ready.

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All lined up, waiting,
shopping carts ready for work.
Squeaky wheels and all.

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A rusty toy truck,
the children all grown and gone.
Serves as planter now.

An old brown work boot
lost its mate in the spring floods.
Serves as planter now.

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Dilapidated,
rusting scraps are put to rest
in urban junkyards. 

Obsolete, some say.
Abandoned, left. Left behind.
Leaving memories.

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Green glows the tree line, 
behind power posts and lines, 
and rusty red roofs.

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As aged red Merlot
still transports them to far lands.
The old black clunker.