late night laundry

She is pegging up shadows

in the late afternoon.

When evening comes

they slip from the line

dresses sway to the lawn and dance with the shirts

cardigans hang back, clutching their sleeves

jeans slouch behind the shed

t-shirts banter

and the bras form a support group.

She sleeps on sheets
alive with dreaming

curtains press against the breeze

and breathe.