the neighbor's laundry
hung out to dry
brings to mind memories
from far away
of another day
dad's work jeans on the line
frozen stiff
by the blistering cold
of winter
him bending
into the wind
as he walked from the barn
arms full of hay
hell of a way
to make a living
he'd say
when days of summer drought
left all
around us
a barren land
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