a sink of dishes stained yellow with turmeric
conches and scallops stashed in a shoebox
all white and brown, this box of 64 crayons
lurks in shadow past the desk lamp’s
green shade—enjambments are all in your head—
that wall heater’s hush-hush heat humming almost F-sharp
a bottle of fish oil capsules with its blue cap
raindrops patterned on window glass through the
blinds: where it’s lonesome as a water tower
as a train station’s yellow mosaics & rhythmic tin roof
as a laundromat beside a Thai restaurant—lonesome as
this bus stop under a dormant cherry where these similes
fly up into mossy branches much like those scrub jays
and you are shuffling a full bag of laundry home
A.K. Barkley
© 2012
Image links to its source
Early ad for Lux Laundry Soap - Wiki Commons - Public Domain
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