Put your heart on the line.
That’s where it belongs.
Washed at X o’clock and up to dry.
Fret not, the birds are busy singing.
Does it drip or flow – red, black, gold?
A swim of goggled lost purposes!
On the garden wall with a melody,
Surrounded by fruits and vines.
If a cat gets too close, clouds just
Mumble and the sky will curl her tail.
Did you forget?! Our line fell weeks ago!
Heart floats freely on a glowing breeze.
With a small interaction difficulty over, I felt freed up to become more light-hearted and talk about our never-ending laundry saga.
We had a tree (referred to in previous stories) cut down because it was dead and therefore hazardous as bits of it could fall off, and down went the washing line. Since then, we’ve been very busy but hopefully will get a new pole and line up soon!