A Poem a Day: a Series – Day 26

Day 26: “Laundry”


The laundry pile grows

I move it out in the open

so I have to stare it down as I go through my day


Who will win the staring contest?

The stubborn adult

or the ever-growing, ever-flowing

pile of clothes


The desire for clean sheets almost forces me to retire


Then I remember

to check the linen closet


I make my bed and look to the pile as if to say,

“Your move.”

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