Saturday, November 26, 2005

I drop them insouciantly to the ground
Taking them off my mind piece by piece
Where they lie, a heap of day-weary clothes
Destined for the wash
The ten minutes of solitude is cold
at first, but refreshing
I become a duckling
As I am embraced
by a large fluffy yellow bath towel
Life smells good
And so do I

posted by beckyboo @ 10:51 PM

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