Washday Blues


The washing: wet,
windless on the line-

hung,
prisoners
dragged back to jail.

Sullen, dejected, damp.
Torsos pinned
by a rainbow of pegs.

Handless, footless,
weary gravity sucking earthwards,

and, seen from the window,
too late to save.

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