She was a Wichita wife,
married to a lineman:
years of mending holes in overalls
stitching up their life
and waiting for his calls.
Now she trudges lonely roads,
past sagging wires and endless lines of poles,
straight as the hems she used to sew.
She heads west towards the fire
of the setting sun,
listening for his song in the wire,
threading as she goes.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #161
The first thing that came into my head when I saw this image was that song by Glen Campbell, strangely haunting me from my childhood.