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Beige,or sandstone tinted
or faint wine stained, the clothes
on clothesline hurriedly strung,
made sharp contrast to moss stained deck behind

by which visitors could walk around
into uncut grass, chigger laden,
swaying their blades as minature swords
braving the breeze like a small

army in camouflaged dress,
stricking at unseen invisibles ,
in protect the drying wash
flaying at whispers of breeze

like billowed non-descript flags
in which spirits played in the folds
on teeter boards
undulating up and down

as if scraping stains from cloth
the breeze was feinging to hide
which bleech in non-accomplishment
shamed the washer's drudgery

in tryst to remove the beige's bleed
which age had dirtied purity
now in habitual stain confessing
that worn out threads can not obtain

mercy's sort after absolution,
yet in some uknown foreign hanker
eyes must blind themselves to stains'
unrelenting parasitism

for the body to relish smell of
fresh washed sheets and linens
thankful the washer had done its best
choosing between beige and white with its eyes closed.