Sagging

Sagging

They were all on a telephone wire
Thirty plus, as it sagged like a full
Washing line without a prop
Some would drop to the floor
Picking up seeds. Before fluttering
Back. I wandered how the line could
Stretch so far down? It might even
Snap. The tractor would be here soon
Cutting the harvest. They might even
Have to get someone out
To tighten things up.

It reminded me of a skipping
Rope in junior school. Which I was
Never fond of jumping over.
In case I fell to the floor and those small
Loose stones stamped into my knee.
Leaving markings all day long.