Washing sheets in July
by Jane Gentry
Washing sheets in July
by Jane Gentry
Washing sheets in July
by Jane Gentry
Thin clouds work the sheet of
skyjays cry, flat and starchy.
Against the white garage,
hollyhocks flicker.
The sheets, wet, adhesive
as I hang them, smell
of soap and bee-filled air.
Thin clouds work the sheet of
skyjays cry, flat and starchy.
Against the white garage,
hollyhocks flicker.
The sheets, wet, adhesive
as I hang them, smell
of soap and bee-filled air.
Thin clouds work the sheet of
skyjays cry, flat and starchy.
Against the white garage,
hollyhocks flicker.
The sheets, wet, adhesive
as I hang them, smell
of soap and bee-filled air.
Flags of order in the palpable sun,
how they snap in the new breeze!
Watching them balloon on the
line,
I swell with an old satisfaction:
I beat them clean in the
Euphrates.
Poems half-conceived drift offunwritten essays muddle, fade.
The white sheets crack in the
wind,
fat bellies of sails,
sweet as round stomachs of
children.
Flags of order in the palpable sun,
how they snap in the new breeze!
Watching them balloon on the
line,
I swell with an old satisfaction:
I beat them clean in the
Euphrates.
Poems half-conceived drift offunwritten essays muddle, fade.
The white sheets crack in the
wind,
fat bellies of sails,
sweet as round stomachs of
children.
Flags of order in the palpable sun,
how they snap in the new breeze!
Watching them balloon on the
line,
I swell with an old satisfaction:
I beat them clean in the
Euphrates.
Poems half-conceived drift offunwritten essays muddle, fade.
The white sheets crack in the
wind,
fat bellies of sails,
sweet as round stomachs of
children.
Tonight they'll carry me to sleep
in joy, in peace,
muscles unknotting, tired eyes
clearing
in the dark under their lids.
The sheets, fragrant as summer,
carry me into realms of
cleanliness
deep dreams of order.
Tonight they'll carry me to sleep
in joy, in peace,
muscles unknotting, tired eyes
clearing
in the dark under their lids.
The sheets, fragrant as summer,
carry me into realms of
cleanliness
deep dreams of order.
Tonight they'll carry me to sleep
in joy, in peace,
muscles unknotting, tired eyes
clearing
in the dark under their lids.
The sheets, fragrant as summer,
carry me into realms of
cleanliness
deep dreams of order.