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!
