Monday, April 19, 2010

Death and Taxes

you are the tide that ebbs and flows
you are the ocean made out of clothes
cotton, linen, polyester
dry clean only woolen sweater
plaid and dots
blue and green
a pre-soak in oxyclean
sort the colors
wash in cold
empty lint traps
and then fold
into the basket to be put away
maybe tomorrow
or another day
not rocket science or math equations
only ironed for special occasions
you are not my love
yet companion are thee
you are my constant
the laundry and me


Anonymous said...

i loathe doing the laundry. :)

krispie said...

nice one, Fred. constant companion as a matter if fact.

atlanticmo said...

I'm listening to the lovely whirr of the spin cycle as we speak.