The Clothesline by J.G.
The summer sky coaxes the dripping wetness
From the yellow tee, the blue jeans,And the red flannel shirt.
The breeze teases them,
Into dancing together,
Before they return indoors,
Folded and stacked in separate drawers,
Secretly glowing with the memory of sun.
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