Summer's Wash
It is summer
Do you see me on the line
Wind wrung and dry
I dripped all day
It was not just my swallowed tears
The stain is not gone
The long scrubbing
Tore me sinews and limb, I pale
Against blue of sky
It was more than soap
That took the weight damp with mold
Nothing took the stain
Love is a lovely thing
That wrest you through the night
To push the door of pain
Just the frolic
Of day's wash fluttering the line
You will not see the stain
The bleached out pride
The garment worn with hurt
A condition of birth.
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