Eiffel Tower
I’m weaving an Eiffel Tower
like weaving a fishing net.
It’ll be as tall as me.
The string is made of cotton
and it’ll not stand up.
When it’s completed
it’ll lie flat on a floor.
I may sometimes wish
it could rise into the sky.
When I feel that way
I will put on my tower
and stand up
in my invisible room.
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