Monday Wash

This rain washed Monday's
Laundry drying on the line
Has a chilling draught,
Pulling at the shirt and vest.
Sheets and towels
Flagging ensigns
Of the housewife's trials
Do their level best
To rip the pegs  from
Sleeve and hem.
But then,
Once a time ago, I saw
Pure white sheets 
Set upon a hedge to dry
What kept them there
I will never know.
No wind to snatch perhaps 
Just the sun
To bleach them, white as snow.


JL April 30. 11:40