scene in an old cellar room
There might be a magic
in the folding, arranging,
unfolding,
a silent contemplative turning
of machine parts for the drying.
Listen to them work. Imagine
your life with such clarity
of purpose.
Mother used to pin up clothes
on a line in the backyard for wind
to rush by, nature doing the work.
We have to settle for wherever we can find –
in doorways and showers,
cleaning up our weeks and beginning
Mondays again to sully effort and intention.
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JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. He has been writing off and on since the mid-1990’s and has published at Lunaris Review and Gargouille, among other sites and journals. http://jddehartpoetry.blogspot.com
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