Writings
Clothesline Cowboys
On a warm windy day
I hangout the wash
The smell of clean
mixes with sunshine.
I clothespin shirts
and jeans in a row
Watch them dip and snap,
until they rest
in the rhythms
of a warm July breeze
Long and lanky
all arms and legs
Loose limbs flutter
Disjointed cowboys
slap each other on the back
Yippe-ay-ky-yaying
into the wind
