I fluff & fold away
winter blankets & thick socks
And put to wash my clothes
on cold water spin cycle
The sun spreads marmalade
hues on garden of budding greens
On the clotheslines
I hang
flowering apostrophes & metaphors
and pin the conjugated verbs
with brown clips
I flick away
the dewdrops of commas
stuck on my shirts
& shake out the dirt
of hypenated syllabic words
hiding in my coat pockets
Later on, I will
pluck them & toss them all in the
laundry basket
unsorted & missing pairs & sun wrinkled
smell of maple syrup
in the spring air
Posted for dVerse Poets pub- Poetics - Put Your Words in a Spin cycle - Hosted by De Jackson.
