Just a White Shirt on a Clothesline

With enough freedom to dance, but not float away

A white shirt bobs on top fo the breeze

Pinned at the shoulders to a clothesline

Waves of fabric undulating to the atmosphere’s chaotic rhythmic beats

Sunshine cascades unencumbered, and plucks molecules of moisture

One by one they float away from the shirt and burst into gas

Embraced by the air, and carried away from the

Waving white shirt suspended on a line.

-liz gilbert