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Between the Lines


06.20.18 Posted in today's words by

Barbara van der Vossen’s most recent poem to appear here was “Battered” (April 2018).

Between the Lines
By Barbara van der Vossen

Dawn before it rained I hung the clothes out on the line, dropped the littlest socks and things at least a dozen times. Between those lines where things get lost in laundry and in people, beneath a sheet I hung atop with billows over steeple. I said it’s hard to sing of hearts without it sounding stale, and yet I pin mine on my sleeve, a target to impale. I’m looking for my strong suit as I’m wading through my clothes. Not guile so much or thicker skin, I wear the clothes I’m born within. To naked eyes and ears and mind, you can tell me anything. I’ll look back and listen close, believing every time. But don’t mistake my fabric for a weaker sort to rend, I let the wind billow me so since I know how to mend.



One Response to “Between the Lines”

  1. Hiram Larew says:

    This piece’s music! Thanks.

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