A white pick-up, creased with rust,
parked alongside a washboard road
with a washing machine weighting the truck bed.  
A power pole marks a driveway’s end.  There’s
a cable looped down and plugged in, hijacking
current from above.  And a garden hose
filling the tub.  A woman stands on
the tailgate, sorts whites from colors,
an earlier load spread over fence lines
to dry on the way to being worn under
another sun.