Machine StitchingA Poem by JRLooking out over hills it’s as though a soft blanket has been laid over the earth and in the low places the houses hump up in ordered row like machine stitching, each one small and precise and bumped right up against the next but as I looked further up the hill the stitches became infrequent, larger, dropped hand-sewn bumps and lines until the top, the embroidery cresting the ridge of reclaimed redwood timber, brass doorknobs and a forest green metal roof shining up at the sun just that, and nothing but blue and birds so I drank my beer and chuckled… don’t know why they bother to teach it in school, you can what capitalism is right here. © 2020 JR
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1 Review Added on April 22, 2020 Last Updated on April 22, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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