Archives for the month of: September, 2017
Kolam
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I don’t know how things will be
Search your pockets and we will see
There may yet be more unfolding to do
It is laundry day you see
That sweet wrapper we stuffed just as the waves rolled up
That tissue our lips wiped clean
That coin we found behind the front wheel
All forgotten in pockets of time
You see it’s laundry day today
Inside of me.