pinned, pegged, positioned
they hang
mopping up the wind
basking
baking
rousing and carousing
in the noon sun
we play
frozen tag under pant legs and skirts
(my brothers like passing under the skirts!)
and practise
throwing the line
like a javelin
the drip-drip towels
get
stuck
stuck on the wheel
we jump
suspend our bodies on the blue wire until it
sinks
and we have to go down
into the garden
to pick them out of
tomatoes and cabbages
we pretend
dishevelled, frayed
they rest
stiffly now
under pale moon
undulating
the smell of earth and evening dew
lingering in fibres
(March 2001)
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