so much depends

The people who live in the trailer down the road from me have, apparently, experienced some sort of incident. A lot of clothes are scattered  over the front yard, and they've been there for days.

Possibly the explanation is very dull, like the clothesline fell down, or someone dropped a laundry basket while bringing stuff home from the laundromat. But why would they leave the clothes outside? And why would a pair of jeans be inside out? My money is on an evening that started with the phrase that has led many a lad and/or lass to ruin: "Let's do some shots!"

However this went down, the clothes are still there. I check on them as I go back and forth. I ponder the meaning of the clothes on the grass. Where did they come from? When will they leave us? They fascinate me, they befuddle me, they inspire me.

They inspire me to rip off William Carlos Williams.

so much depends
upon

a pair of 
Wranglers

with one leg
inside-out

beside the 
tighty-whities.