Laundry Poem by Adryan Barnathan

the most rewarding
part of my day
is pegging clothes
upon the line,
this task allows
my mind to wonder off
without hurry
without guilt-
just fresh air and
sunshine on my skin
breathing out
and breathing in
and when the time comes
for folding,
on every article
of clothing remains
radiated ions
from the sun
the scented freshness
I take in,
with particles
of lively light ingrained,
ready to be neatly
tucked away,
then, (even on the
gloomiest day)
when they're unfolded
and get slipped on,
it's just like a shield of gold,
these clothes I wear,
they radiate.