The sound of a dryer

on a cold, wet day

reminds me a little

of a conveyer belt,

or a set of gears

mounted on a wall,

spinning, turning, grinding

to accomplish something

much more important

in the grand scheme of things

than ensuring I have a fresh towel

or that my jeans

feel warm to the touch,

but then what is built

seems always

to be bought.

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