Washing Line Sails

Form: 5-6-5 Haiku stanzas

freshness pegged on line
hoisted high sails billow
to travel the seas
pure white in sunshine
scented sweet in crisp air
and the iron waits
echoes of my youth
granny spitting for heat
for perfect whiteness
crisp sheets on my bed
and I feel my heart beat
the love I felt then

©JGFarmer2020

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