oneword: plumb

by t. zoEy benally

red hills slid down, clay topped inclines supported the too thick cement foundation slabs, and with eyes squinted by the sun he raised the solid metal mass into the air to see if the line was plumb

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Yes, we do read the posts ...

Voraciously devouring every poem, and nibbling around at the other words of wisdom.

Sounds like you are working on the house again ...