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


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

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