Line Dancing

I watch the wet washing as it billows

 in the blustery breeze

 the shirts soak up the sunlight 

as they haphazardly dance upon their tightrope

so trying to escape their tethered prison

I change my camera settings and I dart amongst 

the furious folds of cotton 

 

 I am compelled to capture these stunning shapes and smiles.

Post of the day at Authorblog, thank you  David!!!