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Hanging Laundry
I sit behind my fence beneath the
summer sun
Warmed, but not by the sun's rays
Every Monday I watch the flowers
and garden lizards run
I don't care for them on other days
The neighbor's door opens
She doesn't know I'm here
She steps out to hang the laundry
And doesn't know I hear
Greater than a symphony
Gentler than a guitar strums
The lady means the world to me
With the happy way she hums
This is lovely! What a tribute to the lady, and what a memory!
a rare bit of sharing
What a choir of voice must come out of your neighbors hum...what abeautiful tribute to her sound.