Machine Stitching

Looking out over hills it’s as though

a soft blanket has been laid over the earth

and in the low places the houses

hump up in ordered row like machine

stitching, each one small and precise

and bumped right up against the next but

as I looked further up the hill the stitches

became infrequent, larger, dropped

hand-sewn bumps and lines until

the top, the embroidery cresting the ridge

of reclaimed redwood timber, brass doorknobs

and a forest green metal roof shining up at the sun

just that, and nothing but blue and birds so

I drank my beer and chuckled… don’t know

why they bother to teach it in school,

you can what capitalism is right here.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Absolutely love this
I’ve done a few poems with sewing stitches etc but yours is beautiful

[JR]

Thank you so much!