buckets of piles
paints and brushes
a lot of efforts on these shoulders
moved into trucks
on black streets
each of us hit
clash and separate
a good start to something inevitable
surely
one a new heir
another a new promise to build
something grand
partner in tow
dust and lemony scents fill their noses
burn their eyes
two soft kisses
and a few strong words
making moves
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