without ever seeing the sun

Cherry

By nancy_am

Sun, 27 Dec 2015
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Then:
 
We stood in balconies 
wiping dust off thin metal ropes 
one
by one
 
carrying heavy loads of laundry
across hallways
 
hanging them in the breeze
where they could breathe in 
the Cairo air
 
Now:
 
We push everything into 
the large gaping mouths
of machines
 
everything spinning
in heated circles
 
drying
without ever seeing
the sun. 
Certificate U
Poem
from the nile to the potomac
Other Non-fiction

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

so pleased to see you posting again!

 

Submitted by Bee on

This is lovely - made me think about what is lost, and I loved it visually. Really beautiful. 

Bee

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Nice to read your work again, Nancy. Long time since we last corresponded. How are you?
As for the poem: so true; technology has taken over our life.

Luigi x