by Juleigh Howard-Hobson
A basket of clean laundry, and a line
Free from swaying clothing. The midday heat
Brings out the smell of sunshine in the fine
Warm scents of shirts, dresses, pants. Small birds tweet
And twitter overhead, while near my leg
The cat curls and then recurls– round and round—
Its black coat glossy in the sun. Clothes pegs
Left on the empty line can be refound
As shadows on the patio cement,
Each one a perfect spring time silhouette.
The sun warmed wicker basket has been lent
Grey stripes from the clothes line shadow. I let
The cat rub its chin against the edge, then
I bend and take the morning’s laundry in.