my laundry executes
a curtain call:
a noble peacock shawl
sheds its knotted fringe
slender green slivers
to bring you toward
and forward
although you may
have to bend
the dresses of summer
in bedtime pink cotton
are almost ready
for boxed denial
but at this moment
they are perfectly happy
so close to flying
yet lovingly pegged.
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