Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Time Flying


Bedsheets breathing on
the laundry line. I watch the
moments lift and fall.

1 comment:

  1. Hi John

    I've watched this too-many times-especially when my mother asked me to bring the laundry in from the "clotheslines" (that's what we always called the lines here in the South). The most special thing of all was the lovely scent of the dried laundry after it had been hanging/drying in the sun all day.

    Lovely drawing and especially lovely haiku.

    Thanks for the memories!

    Steven

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