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there are two women

one has skin, like a grandmother,

tight and smooth.  The other has

hair like an alouette,

diving straight at the earth.  the two

join hands and

build a bridge, stretching across

the world, where sailors can

loose their heads and sky divers can

land their planes.  the grey in one eye,

the sand in another, let the light

try, to stand in for mothers.