The smell

Linen Cotton Silks

line dried in the sun

the promise of

a beautiful new day.

Fold and tuck

fold and tuck

into the waiting vessel

laundry basket

growing fat and full

at my feet

relieve the tension

revel in the tedium

Down come the dried

sweet smelling chores

safe before the storm

And I

I don the freshly smell

of my afternoon’s work

and abandon all pretense

that chores

are but work.