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Peg by peg she hangs the clothes
Beneath a jonquil sky,
Movements measured and precise
A ritual careful, slow,
Fingers work a steady pace
Distracted from all thought,
Her eyes dance lonely in the cloud
She let’s her dreams escape,
And on the breeze they vanish
Like early season blooms,
As slow she turns to face the wall
To lose herself once more.