Like Clothes in the World of Dryers
thoughts of what could betumble inside of me
like clothes in the world of dryers
I fall upon myself
turning inside myself
by myself
around and around
we all fall down
as I see a reflection
in the glass of my world
I am lost in the direction
of the inflection as I form
and reform around myself
then the dryer stops
you take me out
and smooth me, soothe me
smell me
enjoy my warmth
and fill me with your essence
take me home now
kathy lockhart
9/17/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-09-18 at 01:56




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