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A man hangs his laundry at nightHigh up in the skyOn a cold December line.Does he think aboutThe crunch of his clothing?His hands must be freezing.Water droplets turn intoIciclesOn his linens.He hangs up the last shirt.His washing is suspended aboveThe whole neighbourhood.Is he aware ofThe spectacle he’s making?Has he readThe poem I’m writing?Has he noticedContinue reading “December Laundry Line”