It was washing load #12 dutifully
hung out to dry – been six event-
filled days with at least one more
spin; tomorrow I will leave on a
retrospectively sedate eight hour
drive to lesser clothes-line duties
at home, missing the team and a
meditative call to rostering
Mostly I’ll miss all the hugs being
dispensed or required on demand
from a vision of tranquillity whom
we grin with in animation since it
exculpates more than a puckered
brow gleans from his generosity
© 23 August 2012, I. D. Carswell
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