Of Love and Laundry

So very many things
In this fractured world connive
To come between us, love.

It’s hard to keep the white noise
Of busyness and distraction
From thickening around us.

But tonight I watched your trousers
Tumbling with my t-shirts.

Now embracing,
Now parting,
Now meeting again.

And can there be less hope
For us than for our laundry?
What was soiled becomes clean.

The pretense of separation vanishes.
Return again, to me.

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