Revels in the agora tell of one thing,
The arrival of the vaunted tinker,
He came far to our little town,
Partnered with a carriage holding such marvels,
A promenading carnival of cogs and brass,
A treat for the needy,

He could fix anything,
His craftsmanship bordering on sorcery,
To the wheels and pins he was royalty,
His golden hands commanded the broken shards to marry,
Clocks and pans were his pawns,
For a price in silver of course.

Comments
  1. I love this! The imagery of the wheel beautifully resounds in the sounds of words, in the rhythm and rhyme. Bravo!

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