Poem: Whir
Whir
garage door opens
signals arrival of my love
he tosses keys, frowns, cycles mail
slowly shakes off the work day
hangs dress trousers
crumpled shirt thrown
Into laundry bin
dons jeans and t-shirt
he can breathe
laces sneakers and smiles
“walk around the block?”
by Joanne Faries
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