Laundry Dreams
Early in the morning, I stand barefoot
in the dewy grass, pinning garments to
to the clothesline. From the near-by
rose garden, a newly opened cinnamon
rose spills out its spicy scent as I brush
against it, stretching to pin our sheets to
the highest line. They billow out like
sails and I imagine a voyage to the land
of sun. By late afternoon, when I take
down the clothes they will all have captured
that summer scent of sunshine within
their fibers. Then, even in the deepest cold
of winter, our hearts can visit those summer
mornings and watch the clothes sail away
into the sunlight.
