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Wash

Wash

All day the blanket snapped and swelled
On the line, roused by a hot spring wind….
From there it witnessed the first sparrow,
Early flies lifting their sticky feet,
And a green haze on the south-sloping hills.
Clouds rose over the mountain….At dusk
I took the blanket in, and we slept,
Restless, under its fragrant weight.



Poem Wash - Jane Kenyon