A CLOTHESLINE

 Twisting winds send busy fingers

of air between garments

hanging damp on the clothesline.

Clear cool drips escape from sleeves

and thick pants falling like rain;

lightly beginning and then ending.

Long brilliant white sheets

billow and snap, breathing like whips,

trapping the air then setting it free.

The fluttering cloth sounds

like birds passing overhead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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