Life in Laundry

Today I hang the sopping laundry on
The line, the pole, the myriad hooks of
Cheap plastic made in Chinese factories
Where the exhausted soot chokes her rivers

And in the early autumn rising sun
The steam bellows from those clothes not unlike
Filthy chemicals burned and disposed from
That filthy waxy mold holding clothes hooks

For the moment a same exhausting air
Steel-toed, thread bare; escapes in orange skies
By noon are rife with dragon-flied nimbi
Which skate by the newly blued heaven

To the west across a widening sea
The breaths hang black in acrid normalcy
So my clothes can hang high in luxury
So my clothes can be dry –
My life: laundry.

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