In the morning
folded with its wild flowers
washed and ironed
it takes up little space in the drawer.
Shaking it open
she ties it round her head.
In the evening she pulls it off
and lets it fall
still knotted to the floor.
On a cotton scarf
among printed flowers
a working day
has written its dream.
John Berger, "Kerchief".
1 comment:
Didn't sounded like nonsense to me, friend.
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