"community of clothelines"

the sound of rope against reel lingers in the late afternoon, early evening air
as neighbors put damp, freshly cleaned, fabric-softened clothes out
and pull sundried, starchy crisp, wind-smelling sheets in

laundry on the line tells one so much
how daring, how conservative
how simple, how superlative

what do you share?
what do you want to hide?

laundry brings what's hidden in the mysterious, dark house
to the bright, revealing green backyard outside

the sound of rope against reel lingers in the late afternoon, early evening air
in this community of clotheslines