05-23-2016, 08:40 AM
Cream sheets and blue jeans
speak in flaps, snaps, and
one-line whip-cracks.
Work-worn clothes—
dark, frayed denim
and coarse, thick
twill—dry stiff.
Old-fashioned wood pins,
two or maybe three,
leave firm marks.
Plaid shirts dangle,
a breezy trapeze—
Arms pendulum,
inviting flight.
Run underneath,
nose first! Inhale
the scent of grass,
chickens, lilacs,
axle grease, dirt.
Clouds poke the ground,
proposing a race—
bony, white fingers
zapping with static.
Laundry Line, Rewrite 1:
Cream sheets and blue jeans
speak in flaps, laugh in snaps
and witty, one-line whip-cracks.
Old-fashioned wood pins,
two or maybe three,
leave firm marks.
Down-stretched arms wave,
a breezy trapeze.
Shirts pendulum,
inviting flight.
Work-worn clothes –
dark, frayed denim and
coarse, thick twill –
dry stiff and straight.
Run underneath,
nose first! Inhale
the scent of grass,
chickens, lilacs,
axle grease, dirt.
A crackling, indigo sky warns
with sharp, quick finger-snaps,
and thick, throaty growls.
Pull off the pins, run inside!
Every body, every thread!
Laundry Line, Original:
Cream sheets and blue jeans
wave, flap, snap –
twisting, floating –
stiff.
Old-fashioned wood pins,
two or maybe three,
leave firm marks.
Run underneath,
nose first! Inhale
the wind, the grass –
chickens, lilacs,
axle grease, dirt.
There's a storm coming in!
It's on the horizon!
Rush to bring them in
before they get wet again.
speak in flaps, snaps, and
one-line whip-cracks.
Work-worn clothes—
dark, frayed denim
and coarse, thick
twill—dry stiff.
Old-fashioned wood pins,
two or maybe three,
leave firm marks.
Plaid shirts dangle,
a breezy trapeze—
Arms pendulum,
inviting flight.
Run underneath,
nose first! Inhale
the scent of grass,
chickens, lilacs,
axle grease, dirt.
Clouds poke the ground,
proposing a race—
bony, white fingers
zapping with static.
Laundry Line, Rewrite 1:
Cream sheets and blue jeans
speak in flaps, laugh in snaps
and witty, one-line whip-cracks.
Old-fashioned wood pins,
two or maybe three,
leave firm marks.
Down-stretched arms wave,
a breezy trapeze.
Shirts pendulum,
inviting flight.
Work-worn clothes –
dark, frayed denim and
coarse, thick twill –
dry stiff and straight.
Run underneath,
nose first! Inhale
the scent of grass,
chickens, lilacs,
axle grease, dirt.
A crackling, indigo sky warns
with sharp, quick finger-snaps,
and thick, throaty growls.
Pull off the pins, run inside!
Every body, every thread!
Laundry Line, Original:
Cream sheets and blue jeans
wave, flap, snap –
twisting, floating –
stiff.
Old-fashioned wood pins,
two or maybe three,
leave firm marks.
Run underneath,
nose first! Inhale
the wind, the grass –
chickens, lilacs,
axle grease, dirt.
There's a storm coming in!
It's on the horizon!
Rush to bring them in
before they get wet again.