This started life, from the prompt today, as a hay(na)ku, a three line poem where line one has one word, line two has 2 words, line three has 3. Then I just carried on. Very conscious it's set in Covid-19 times. Time
stretches
Dark
blue
pillowcase
yellow
towel blowing
in
mild breezes heavy
branch
acting as washing line
pole
carefully crafted by woodsmen last
spring
only looking back one year already nostalgia.
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