Ordinary Things

Poetry

By S Lynn Knight

Photo by Yoann Boyer on Unsplash

Ordinary Things

I found her
in the folding and unfolding
of a fitted sheet
sharp corners gathered
then disguised

in elastic roundness

her life will never be
one I can neatly put away

nor would I try —

I need to hold it up to the light
spread my arms wide then
tuck it under my chin
while I pull the edges in

toward my chest
in a misshapen square
turning it this way and that,
spreading it on the table or bed
while I sort the rest of
the laundry in my head

How long will ordinary things
remind mind me of her?

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