Sheepies

the warmth betweentwo souls wanderingred weylines divergeonly to connectsome spark brings anember to the wheatthe sheep are eatingtheir wool gives two sweatersbrown & pink fromthe dye she spilledfrom her eyesfiresmoke familiaras a witch’s crowbefriending it givesbuttons, tin foil, & thymethey remember facesgenerationallyknow who’s a friend & tonightthe only faces they seeare two who followed eachother’s hands