my clothes line spins

my clothes line spins
its ungreased moans
echo the cheering trees
the business shirt
states its name
unemployed
out of work
daughters knickers
a dutiful row
of colour
pass by
towels flap
fluff pile dry
shed detritus
compost to the garden
undies wet
recall dry
comfort of a soft groin
crocodile on sons t shirt
gnashes its teeth
wanting action
get me down
I want rough
tumble
dive
stumble
dirt!

And there she goes
the clothes line tart
a black lace teddy
shakes
drops
one shoulder strap
exposes herself
to breezes
calls to zephyrs
with a husky cry
unpeg me
please
so I can fly!