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.