I miss clothes lines
with the wet wash
blowing in the wind
and drying.


I liked to see
what people wore
even if I never
saw them wear
some of it
because it was


Best of all
were the sheets
claiming so much
My how they waved
and snapped
in the breezes!


My mother hung things
with clothes pins
and so did my wife
in earlier years
and it’s still done
but not much more —
not around here.


Women are spared
these days
but I’m sure
that some of them
didn’t mind
hanging clothes
on their clothes lines.


I suppose
some men did it
but I never knew

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