(untitled #74) Poem by bob barci

Thursday night soiled.
Stained with sweat -
food - grease -
and who knows what.
Mostly stains that
I have no clue
as to origin.

Timing is everything.
Getting home from the daily grind.
The usual once at home chores.
Getting the soiled product
to the proper place in timely fashion.
Giving ample time for necessary work.
The after work responsibilities.

The pleasant unwinding afterwards.
Thursday night soiled
becomes
Thursday night cleansed.
Laundry done
for another week.






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