Waiting air and a sweetening of bird song
are dampened by the rushing wind.
Call for everyones attention!
My skirt flies a flag to begin the race.
The laundry cart folds into itself
Sailing across the lawn;
wheels dig the earth at my pull
and the bag fills to join the wind.
Bleached clothes pins pinch and fly
into a waiting nest,
filling the dish towel's hungry
Arms brim of towel and shirt,
sweet smell of sunripe sheets and ozone air.
Jeans pressed down to anchor a safe return,
my laugh adds a high note to the deep chord of thunder.