This poem was created from a list of words given to me by my coworkers. Here's the list:
Birds peer inside from the sapling branches.
They watch me iron a green and turquoise skirt,
fresh as spring from the close line. What strength
it takes to do this work, to take what is less
and make something lovely once more,
without umbrage, in celebration of abundance.
I flatten the hem as deftly as a carpenter levels,
while steam rises and releases itself into the air.
I embrace this little triumph, this solitary pleasure.
Let the rest of the laundry spin in the dryer
like yesterday’s news.