We fit together,
not like puzzle pieces,
not compensating for one another’s juts and grooves;
besides, we are each whole in our own rights.
Rather, we’re tiles;
we lie neatly beside each other just like we’re supposed to
with a little grout to fill any gaps,
grout that has been gingerly wiped from our faces with a careful hand,
so that together we can form a vibrant mosaic.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 