Doing Laundry
While You're at the Lake
You
were always distracted
by
cold feet
as
though your only real work
was
keeping warm.
It
was socks
even
through summer, heavy
wool—and
whenever
they
brought you
back
barefoot
I
took my own almost dry
pair
of socks off
the
line
the
pair you’d worn yesterday
to
sister’s graduation.
Almost
dry. Sun-warm
against
your bone cold toes.
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