lavender

A dilemma in the morning:

Soaking her hands

in a basin of foamy water

feeling the clothes of men

that were left in time

to soften the burden.

Scrubbing away

the dirt of yesterday,

slowly revealing

what should be presented

for tomorrow that's worth some lending.

Adding an essence of lavender

that calms her senses

expecting for the fabric's less wrinkles,

seeing them instead on her fingers.

Rinsing the qualms.

Squeezing with her closed palms,

now she readies to hang.

Lavender o, lavender ah --

the sweet scent that flows as it dries to return

as a burden.

- written on the 25th of January, 2006. This is an honor for all "Lavenders"

who untiringly cleanse that are not their's
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