tiny washing line

HANGING UPS

 

 

Oi!

Farmer boy!

 

Look at me!

Over here

On the hill!

 

I may not be doing macho things.

Like hedging

Or ditching

Or shouting at sheep!

 

I may not be galloping

hell for leather

over the countryside,

or

skidding about in the mud 

in my four bloody wheel drive.

 

But surely even you

Can see

This is not just washing

This is Art:

These socks are words,

The towels and sheets

Are paragraphs

From

Chapter one

Of a ground-breaking novel

In semaphore!

 

 

 

 

 

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