feels like

weed

I was taken outside
and hung up
on a clothesline
left there for
many years
sun
rain
snow
ice
wind
taking turns
punishing me
nothing much left
of me now
torn and tattered
withered away
so much . . .
if you touch me
I'll crumble

eulusso

any parchment no matter how old can be rescued and read!
E