The brambled underwire
met an outcrop of denim,
and a rock slide of socks
bounced off a rayon ridge.
She felt the topography of drudgery
as she sorted the light from dark,
she pondered the easy flammability
of oily cloth and cotton blend.
©Nancy Botta, 2018
topography of drudgery; what a perfect metaphor.
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Hilarious. Really, that is just tremendous, what you have packed into that.
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