CLOTHESPINS
By David Allen
They are lonely now
Attached to the line
In the back yard.
Some machine
Inside the house
Now acts like the sun,
Drying the wash
And giving it a perfumed
Scent with no wrinkles.
The wooden pegs
Now point to the blue sky
Wondering why
They were abandoned.
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Sir, I really love the way you personify non living things and create a soul in them.
Hats off to you, sir!
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