There was freedom
in those hills–
we carried out
a bit with us
with wind-burnt
faces and slightly
wild gazes, but
it fades so fast–
this the hard part
of a return,
a sense of loss
that these piles
of rancid laundry
do nothing to assuage.
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
Get the washing machine going…
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Fine! But I’m still going to mope :p
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Where did you go?
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Zion! It was gorgeous
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Good! Must’ve been great to get some warm sun.
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and snow! 🙂
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Oh!!
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Being from England I had to look up Zion to see where you meant. Utah?
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Yup! Winter is a great time to visit, in the summer it gets packed
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🙂
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Thanks for sharing this. Nicely written, an interesting poem. Enjoyed the read… Thanks.
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Thanks for stopping by!
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Am I the ONLY one who enjoys doing laundry?! No one else I know loves doing it as much as me. I was told I should write a poem about how much I love doing laundry… 🙂
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You should! It’s not the laundry I object to as much as the folding afterward, ugh!
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Intriguing poem. There was traveling and the feel of adventure before the laundry (which I hate doing, folding is fine). Can you tell me more about your poem’s first half?
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Took a great backpacking trip, it’s always hard to come back from those to mundane chores
Thanks for reading!
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