Siblings of circumstance,

We pose with wheels touching.

Soaked in vibrant fuschia, purple and pale pink,

Our adjoined waiting breaks

Into a splendor of staggering motion 

shifting from one pattern to the next

We are one, two,

Housed together. At home together.

Two halves, bonded with periwinkle strips of thick-bodied lace

Siblings of circumstance,

We wait wheels touching

We move wheels touching

In revolutions of pink and periwinkle