A neighbor's doll -
the child she never had
Two years ago, this same clothesline gave me the inspiration for a little poem.
The clothing here appears to be for a different doll than the one of that earlier poem.
I have no idea if my interpretation is correct.
Lots of people, young and old, have dolls.
They display them, they attend to them, they take care of them.
Beloved objects - like a writer's pen, a painter's favorite brush
that connect to us, and us to them.