Folding the Clothes
       

Even the most capacious bath towels fold
into squares, and the wash cloths fold
into smaller squares. Pants meet themselves

and quiet down nicely. Underwear
resigns itself, socks domesticate, and the shirts,

well, the shirts get wrinkled.

They'll have plenty of time to relax
dreaming through hours a rumor of buttons.
Which is not to say shirts meditate, but

there's almost a Zen to the job, if that weren't so trendy.
Almost the little sand garden with its rake
and its rock.                                               

Its imagined snake.

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from We are traveling through dark at tremendous speeds
Lit Fest Press
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