Old Maytag

The Maytag Ruins. The fields are coated with fresh plow, The Snow Fields. The green guys are plying the Ruins for metals. For resources. I'm sure the empty beer cans are out there too, buried in the snow. That precious aluminum maybe thrown from the upstairs bathroom window or off the back porch. We don't remember. But something is happening out there where the washers are dumped. The old switchboards are ungrounded and open for scavenging. The thought is appealing. Something old becomes new...recycled. The push buttons and the throwback dial are a novelty because they are expired, suddenly en vogue again.