I had a burst of writing a few weeks ago but then haven't written a poem now for about a month. Well, here's something brand-new.
Treading Lightly
Bright fabrics of varying degrees
of stiffness are drying on wooden racks
in your spare room, in the sun
between yellow-orange curtains
chosen by your housemate. I remember
you love me when you leave me
a clean towel on the doorknob,
soft cotton from the electric dryer.
Treading Lightly
Bright fabrics of varying degrees
of stiffness are drying on wooden racks
in your spare room, in the sun
between yellow-orange curtains
chosen by your housemate. I remember
you love me when you leave me
a clean towel on the doorknob,
soft cotton from the electric dryer.
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thanks for sharing