Laundry Night

when I was lucky
she’d take me with her
and push me around
in the laundry trolley
while the last load
tumbled in the dryer
and everyone else
had gone home

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and that’s all I am saying on this topic
for now
which surprises me
since all those years ago
I did write a poem and dared
to leave it in the notebook
for a few days – before
I ripped it out and
burned it

d’verse for Tuesday, March 30th