briefly through a door
propped open
to the summer wind
she is
there in semi-darkness
arms raised folding
a fitted sheet by herself
curious yet disinterested
lost in the dreams
one dreams when folding
hundreds of towels
in bleach-scoured air
for a moment
our eyes meet and
we are the same familiar
with the stillness
of a purloined moment
of solitude in a day
framed by obligations
© 2020 by Hannah Six
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