I spread
My cotton material
On my work table
And I cut it into
Bits and pieces
Stitch them together
Hem them in
Or hem them out
In a manner congruent
To sewing
Sometimes I use
A black thread
To sew into a white material
Or still a red thread
In a red dress
Still that's my style
At other times
My butterfly machine's needle
Might snap and I
Stop to fix it
Thats when you
Spot the sewing line denting
It's normal
Or double sow
Where a single line was needed
That's me
I am one tailor
And you are another.
Tony Adah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-as-a-tailor/
