Hopelessly Awaiting For Laundry Day
I hide
In my splintered wicker laundry hamper
Under last weeks soiled cloths
Sheltered within a warm wooden box
At first the cloths smelled of me
And later I of them
And soon hereafter
We of we
I lay there
Still and cold
In the soiled
Hopelessly Awaiting For Laundry Day
Copyright © Rudolph Rinaldi | Year Posted 2015
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