Imagination's Ghosts

laundry lines
wooden clothespins
white sheets 
flapping...
ghosts of my
imagination...
like Halloween 
this year
disappeared
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
November 3, 2020 at 4:11 AM
I know two people who still hang their clothing on a line. Both older, both in the country. I love thinking of clothes lines! They bring back great memories.
Wolf Avatar
November 3, 2020 at 10:42 AM
Yup. A lot of juicy gossip flowed across those clothes lines. lol.
Fowler Avatar
November 2, 2020 at 8:05 AM
Long gone Gershon. A fun read! :) Linda
Wolf Avatar
November 3, 2020 at 10:41 AM
Yeah! You just don't see clothing on the line anymore. Not even in apartment buildings. OH, well...
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