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Aug 2023
and she assembles
a new HooverΒ Β hand vacuum

that's not my grandmother's
or even my mother's

hand vacuum

it's futuristic body
resembles

a robot from a Fifties
sci-fi thriller and

while the hour is late
and as shadows dance on the water

I think

what a difference
a year makes

or a decade
and most of all

a century
A word painting with an open ending.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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