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DIRTY LAUNDRY

Somewhere a little lump
Sits on his little log
As if something was lost
In the corner of his mind,
And there he sits lost inside of himself
Thinking he is all alone in this world.
And yet he feels it is cozy enough
There on his little planet of logs
Wondering if he had a voice
Would he be brave enough to use it?
To sing it out and not abuse it?
And if he did,
Would there be a space and place
For a little lump, like him
To get clean again?  A place,
Like Mother’s old Dexter?
Where he could wash and wring
All that worldly filth away?
And if he did this,
If he sang that tune
As so many little lumps
Have tried to hum before him
Would anyone hear his song?
Would they feel anything as his notes fly by
Before they peeled away
On the far side of yesterday?
Would they come to his rescue?
Or think it merely another miscue
In a long line of skinned knees
That turned out to be nothing?
Believing that hurt and pain, like
Love of God,
Country, and family
Were now little more
Than forgotten dreams.
 
uTAH jAY
 


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DIRTY LAUNDRY