When Days Are Through

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Hanging Laundry by Jeffrey T. Larson

Let me pick out for you
A day when you can see sun
Let me pick out for you
A dress looking obsolete
You no longer wear
On such a sunlit day
Everything is tempted into
Swathing in each other
Even the oldest blooms in diaphaneity
Of light, of veil, of our sombre souls.

Let me pick out for you
A line where you can hang your mildewy blues
Relentlessly elongating till the sun rises
Exposing them to the daylight
Let me pick out for you
A lingerie lingered with leftover sorrow
All night long
Just wait for sun
To be free from the solid colors
To sway along sparkling under the sun
Realizing the wind’s on your side.

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