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Clothes-Line
Poetry
May 31, 2025
Warning: grief
I stretch to reach the clothes-line
in the garden.
I have to stand on tip-toes
to pull the line down.
Hold it long enough
to peg the clothes on.
Then let it spring back
again, clothes with it.
Like you did, so many times
over the years.
Like you did, every year
since I was small.
Like you did last year, not knowing
it would be the last.
Both of us
too short to reach the line
without standing at the very limits
of our reach.
There are less clothes
to dry now.
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