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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Vicki Iorio

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Laundry Day

Doves on the clothesline
hold down my slip.
Talons rip the straps. Judges all,
will not let fly my satin secrets.

This morning, an aubade.
Such a sad song.
Are they mourning
doves cooing their disapproval?

I bang a pot with a wooden spoon.
Fly away doves, leave me to my work.
Solemn as church ladies, hooded in opinions
doves stay, determined to change my life