12 January, 2010

tumble dry

Diamond drops
Like falling sand
On a day
of iced demand.
Baking dust
and stir-less dirt,
Panting mice
and limp hung shirt.

Washing in the sun fast dry
Grass blades in the shade still fry.
Soaking things hung up high
Despite the clouds that draw nigh.

Wind picks up
Flings all things far
Pegs flicked off
Like so much blah.
Billowing sheets
'neath marching tap
and the sky
beats out a rap.

Run and gather
Under the weather
Undo all tether
Before the rather.

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