Washing Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Washing



Eek! I am a sheet of the line,
Yawning.

Wumf! I am a pillow
Fawning into the billows of the wind.

I am a linen shirt
Like an American flag

Flump!
I am a quilt-slip,
Playing fast and loose with air.

Whump!
I am a tablecloth In full sail,
Suddenly caught by the tail.

Slump!
We are the washing.
Tossing.

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