the mundane, the wash

Posted on March 21, 2013 by Mary Beth Frezon

I go down the stairs
to take the clean clothes still warm
back upstairs again.

the drawers are refilled
with clothes ready to be loved,
those I wear often.

cats, given a chance
would burrow in the basket
more warmth their birthright.

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