Lust for rust

Old, decrepit, rusty piles of chains. What could they have been used for? Tethering down errant items, protecting something precious. I feel the dust, or the rust, peeling off like layers, these chains could do with the same. Getting out the sewing machine, making something tangible, even just getting on top of the pile of washing that builds, silently, taking over my space. Thats what Saturdays are for, recharging the batteries. Dust down that rust.