PEGS

PEGS

There’s only two on the line their work now done,

no longer holding fabric as it dries in the sun.

I wonder if it could be socks they’d kept tight

or a fancy shirt worn once on going out night.

Perhaps it was a pair of trousers without a belt

or even a child’s toy, bright and made of felt.

Perhaps there are others lying in the street

part of a team tasked to dry the double sheet

Now suddenly as at these two pegs I stare

I realise that to be honest I really don’t care.

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