From the poetry collection published in 2021 containing poems written in 2020, The Immediate and No Sooner.
In the Autumn
Two laundry baskets
sit empty on the high shelf
elderly ladies
wearing shapeless shirt-dresses
settled comfortably close
on a bench. They talk,
or not – worn hands clasped in laps –
arthritic knuckles
hold in place loose wedding rings
of a style fifty years old
10/5/20
tanka chain
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I always enjoy your observations about people and all those little details that speak to so much.
Thank you. I don’t know how this one came about, I was looking at two old laundry baskets I have in the basement, from the way back and in an older style, and it made me think, for some reason, of my grandmother and great-aunt. I cannot explain this but I wrote the poem with the baskets and my relatives in mind.
Sometimes our brains make connections with segues we cannot follow.
Poignant observations.
I am becoming one of those old laundry baskets myself, I realize…
I suppose I am, too.