WASHDAY EVENING IN
THE WORKADAY WORLD
Most of what they've hung out to dry
has dried very long ago. As shadows are an
absence of light, so too are these fragments of time:
left and bereft, dogged and stiff, clean yet bedraggled
in their own washed-out way. The sunlight above
us will linger no longer. Whatever it's done has
already been done. The neighborhood's awash
in wash this early evening day. A decent-enough
heat, with warming sunlight, made it pleasant
while it stayed. But now this workaday day's
work is done. Bring the wash in! There's
no longer any sun!
THE WORKADAY WORLD
Most of what they've hung out to dry
has dried very long ago. As shadows are an
absence of light, so too are these fragments of time:
left and bereft, dogged and stiff, clean yet bedraggled
in their own washed-out way. The sunlight above
us will linger no longer. Whatever it's done has
already been done. The neighborhood's awash
in wash this early evening day. A decent-enough
heat, with warming sunlight, made it pleasant
while it stayed. But now this workaday day's
work is done. Bring the wash in! There's
no longer any sun!
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