Lawrence Hall
mhall 46184@aol.com
Laundry on a Snowy Day
Little fluffs of white floating
through the air
Swirling and drifting and dancing
merrily
Falling upon us as gently as a
prayer
One landing on your nose momentarily
But this is not from the January
snow
This puffy white stuff all over the
floor
Because it has nowhere else to go
Except for Hoovering it up (a
tiresome chore)
It flies from the dryer much like a
rocket
Because
Someone always leaves Kleenex
in her pocket!
