i bleached my doilies
today they dry a bluish white
twice matching unmatched largest all white
central white, white
not crowding the bluing sky carrying thrust jets of many tickets
bought people, buckled until heights are safely reached
nothing like clouds, nearer
I bleached my doilies
three
drying outside by side my hands wrung
and spread them
three, chuckling in their phrase, nothing like
praise: i bleached my doilies today.