It’s not possible to
print the first words
unsaid: the lady with folding curls and
an echo that resounds
out in calling and blisters does
her husband’s ironing so he might
have a shirt for his work and
light pooling then
sinking. Her shirt is
wrinkled by whatever it is that
tugs her
out of place. It’s all with a smile
that she hums this quiet away —
trill trilling. To till and into
Tomorrow. Trill trilling.
Till —
Image credits: ‘Woman Ironing’, Julius Tanzer, 1935-43
Written in response to theme, ‘Horoscope‘
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