Clothesline
I’m sure my mother’s punishing
The clothes that she hangs there
I don’t know the crime they commit
But I can’t help but stare
At clothes flapping in the warm wind
Treacherously secure
To a wire stretched thin from two poles
For some purpose impure
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Copyright © Glory Winzer | Year Posted 2015
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