Facebook Is A Clothesline On Which My Poems Hang, originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1.
clothes that
once saw
good times
good days
those happy
enjoyable
Sundays
birthdays
but too
much wash
rising
beating
robbed
them of
their soul
one day
now in tatters
like unread
poems
searching
for readers
everyday
luckily
hope on
a clothesline
is a wire
of the internet
has added
color to gray
poems have come
home to roost
poems
have come
back to stay
you see them
every time
you click and clock
my way
who needs
a coffee table book
when a facebook is
is the norm they say
