Laundry Day-Rebirth
Crispy-wet cotton sheets blowing
Like sails
Under an idyllic sky
She’s wrapped in her bedding
barefoot on a concrete pad
Dancing with the breeze and her sheets
Forgetting for an instant
Everything binding her to the earth
Maybe any stain can be lifted
It’s laundry day
Rebirth
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