The sewing machine buzzing.
Fabric laid out. Waiting to be
made into something useful
and beautiful.
Lightly faded blue jeans
fit snugly around his
waist, punctual.
Lively as the Chile Relleno
on his plate.
Like the long curved
metal needle meant
to keep the fabric in place,
Bob holds together the many
strands of family in his life
Like the smooth roads, Bob
values specificity. Exact details.
His round eyes are like records
of his youth, spinning,
Playing memories from his past.
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