Laundry Day-Rebirth

Tue, 05/02/2017 - 16:44 -- Rae.Fen

Crispy-wet cotton sheets blowing

Like sails

Under an idyllic sky

 

She’s wrapped in her bedding

barefoot on a concrete pad

Dancing with the breeze and her sheets

Forgetting for an instant

Everything binding her to the earth

 

Maybe any stain can be lifted

It’s laundry day

Rebirth

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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