Friday, March 6, 2015

I've been singing to you already
This morning,
Singing a song of joy over you.
Now I bring my clothes
To wash in your creek.
I'll rub myself on your washboard of love
Until I'm sunny and bright,
And rinse myself in your rippling waters.
Then I'll hang myself out to dry
And flap in the breeze of your sweet contentment,
Until you come to pull me into your arms again.

-jenn

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