Welcome to my latest theme. Monday Washing Lines.
This rooftop washing line I spotted in Fes in Morocco…
The clothes now wave that hang upon
the tired old line that stretches from
a leaning pole to a rusted hook
left here now for folk to look.
Every garment pegged and spaced
each shirt and sheet carefully placed
along the line the stockings run
until they dry in the scorching sun.
Have Bag, Will Travel 