I hear the clicking sounds –
sounds of wet clothes drying –
clothes going round and round

It’s a good thing for us
no clothes line is required
to do it like folks used to do –
when wringers partly dried
the mass of things we hoped to wear again
and then again.
Most all the folks I know
are used to sounds that signify
our methodology of spinning things
is the way to go.

Of course, a little heat is added.

I sit in my recliner listening and wondering
about the things that make my world go ‘round.

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