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She’s been making quilts
for half a century and he’s been 
making poems that long as well
and every now and then he brings 
a chocolate shake to her place
so they can take a break and talk.

He always finds her at the frame, 
peering through thick lenses.  
"I’m still house bound, Walt,"
she laughs and likes to say.

Once she told him quilts are poems.
She works with scraps of cloth 
and he with scraps of words and quilts 
and poems are never done until all
the scraps are where they have to be.

Now she's working on a Double Wedding Ring, 
a quilt not unlike a sonnet in that both follow
patterns of their own but she likes crazy quilts 
because she can improvise with scraps 
she finds on floors around the house.
Her job's to make something beautiful 
from scraps others might throw away.

He has no problem understanding that. 
He saves scraps of words and marries them
in ways some folk find odd or useless.
Finishing her shake she says maybe
they play jazz and just don’t know it. 

She likes Miles Davis and puts his album on  
when a crazy quilt won't go her way 
but she would never listen to Miles while 
she’s at work on a Double Wedding Ring. 
Yo-Yo Ma, she says, is the man for that.
The old poet says he would never disagree.


Donal Mahoney

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