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.
the dirt of yesterday,
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