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Free Verse
At The Clothesline
clothesline does
not do clothes
here is hung the fun
of the whole family
when heaven
affords a blessing,
a breeze—
the clothesline
opens the way
for the whole family
to strut, boggie
sister's lace shawl
goes up in a straight line
turns hand of wind
flutters up, down
a choreographer
pointing out the way
to swing with hands, legs
and enviable physique
brother's new jeans
well, like him refuses to
go unnoticed
though pegged—
as is mom controlled -
left, right, right, left
the leggy pant turns
one leg ultimately stucked to the line
if only they have taken off the tack
it (the pant) would have flown
right next door, into the heart of his fancied girl
dad's tie does a non stop
flight, like his inspired mind
never at a moment, stops working
mom's long skirt, it swings
in the most gracious fashion
as if it owns the whole field
and the bras, wow, do they look obscene?
not at all, innocently, they fly
a ballet dancer's frilly skirt twirls
granny too joins in the fiesta
of colours, shape and style
her blouse with its heavy pads
maintain an edge like her
without giving way to the wind
it hardly even tilts |
