
My grandparents lived in a “ticky tacky” house in San Francisco when I was a kid. I remember the long cord that went out from the house to the telephone pole. I used to love pulling the cord and making the laundry fly free. I was always surprised that anything would dry in the cold moist S.F. fog.
I pushed you out each morning
pulled you at the end of light
you faithfully held my clothes
thru morning, noon, and night
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I let you stand alone at times
you’ve been my faithful friend
my husband’s jeans
the baby’s frock
were fresh because you’d spin
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But I was sold a bill of goods
a large white metal box
it took up space
saved some time
and noise -there was lots
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It would change the world
of this I’m certain now
energy has gone sky-high
we weren’t thinking
the day we took you down
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Thanks to my friend Emily
you can see other fine photography at
www.emilywierenga.com