We are in the midst of summer conference at work, so my mind is a little distracted.
Today’s poem honors my nemesis, laundry.
Swirling masses of hot air
rise over the rolling hills.Tranquil waters provide refuge
to overheating humans.
Ding. Laundry.
Hold that thought while I fold.
30 minutes go by.
What on Earth was I writing about?
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