he stands. on good feet
wrapped
by nylon weaved by
a maid.

she sits. on a stone
carved
by a hand created by
a mother.

they stare. gossip.
eagerly anticipating.

all remain still,
but for brief.

the feet must wriggle its toes
the stone must breath
that they may walk,
not in rhythmic cadence
but in languid sway.

(carved legs, two pairs
wrapped around each other.)

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