Loving the heat today It's blowing a gale out there I check to see how much washing I've lost to the wind. These days are quiet tempt cabin fever in kids or parents who wish them outside. The day as long as the laundry basket is high It's too tired to be folded We step over and it's relieved to be in out of the wind and left to its work Fabric origami is serious business like the art of keeping a Sunday empty or sleeping late. It's hot out there the afternoon stretches rolls over the ridge waits for dusk to decide upon cool relief or more sweat We step out into the wind to dry off.
Loving this poem today. Thank you, Gillian.
ReplyDeleteday as long
ReplyDeleteas the basket's high
hoist spins with a wind
till dry
and that's your Monday done
makes me think of Pegmen Tales!
you know it’s hot
ReplyDeletewhen the towels
crack like Jatz
when you fold them