On The Poets Laureate Anthology

when I am standing in the laundry room
stain-treating work shirts, boy shirts, dirt shirts
I am watching the new Spring shadows
on the short, virescent grass
and half-thinking of
summer
but they are swimming in my head, your words
and like a timid mother I am tenderly afraid, afraid,
afraid that they might drown

anthology

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