Laundry Day
A sun damaged cloud,
singed, scorched, burnt dry.
Scrubbed, rinsed and hung out
on barbed wire sky.
Dark, tarnished raindrop
our weeping earth’s tear.
Buffed up like crystal.
See your future here.
Laundry Day
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Kirstie Pelling
Kirstie is the creative force and chief poet in residence of poetinmotion.org She is available for residencies, as a conference poet and wedding poet. She is also co-founder of The Family Adventure Project and a regular contributor to many online travel communities.
About Author
Kirstie Pelling
Kirstie is the creative force and chief poet in residence of poetinmotion.org She is available for residencies, as a conference poet and wedding poet. She is also co-founder of The Family Adventure Project and a regular contributor to many online travel communities.
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