Laundry

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I slept on the washing machine
soothing rhythms and water music
quiet chaotic thoughts
so I can dream a new world
catalog baby talk into words
classify objects into tools
lay these strange experiences
into a foundation
for a young mind

Until I turn two

(from this week’s Living Poetry Prompt.)

 

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