December Laundry Line

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Photo of a river taken at night with buildings, lights, a blue-lit crane, and a green bridge on the other side. Dark, heavy clouds hang over the sky, which is light pink-orange and clear just over the horizon. Dark leafless branches hang down from the top of the image in the foreground.

A man hangs his laundry at night
High up in the sky
On a cold December line.
Does he think about
The crunch of his clothing?
His hands must be freezing.
Water droplets turn into
Icicles
On his linens.
He hangs up the last shirt.
His washing is suspended above
The whole neighbourhood.
Is he aware of
The spectacle he’s making?
Has he read
The poem I’m writing?
Has he noticed that
The moon is waxing?

He must have looked at the moon
On this cold December evening
And thought,
Ah, yes, that ought to do it.

Published by Sage Pantony

Sage Pantony is a writer, poet, and zinester. They have been making zines since 2019 that have been featured in stores, libraries, and fairs across North America. Sage’s work covers topics like education, activism, gender, sexuality, mental health, trauma, and creativity. They currently reside in Tiohtià:ke/Montréal with their partner and cat. You can check out their zines at www.sagepantony.com or follow them on Bluesky or Tumblr @sage-pantony.

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