Laundry

Until the last sock finds a friend 🙂

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Why don’t I stay where the water flows slowly,
Where the breeze is gentle?

When you find the perfect spot,
Why would you wander?

The sun sets,
The clouds roll in,
You have laundry…

As you leave the pretty,
And enter monotonous,
take hold of a tired hamper…

Take hold of the necessary.
Carry it through, complete it.
Until the last sock finds a friend.

And all the while,
See the water that flows
in unending peace.

Today, find a picture for your mind
To keep when all you see
Is a pile of clothes
Worn happily

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