Poem

I wrote this in the office when we were not allowed to bring notebooks and pens - things you can do while you glance sideways to see if someone's going to catch you using forbidden materials :-)


Pantoum: Shirt

My shirt dances at the clothesline
to the hum of the warm wind.
The smell of detergent wafts
with the whiff of tropical flowers.

To the hum of the warm wind,
the scent travels farther
with the whiff of tropical flowers
while its thin fabric flaps.

The scent travels farther
over fields and summer plains.
While its thin fabric flaps,
the aroma of wilderness clings.

Over fields and summer plains
my shirt dances at the clothesline.
The aroma of wilderness clings.
The scent of detergent wafts.