folding sheets

Folding Sheets

They must be clean.
There ought to be two of you
to talk as you work, your
eyes and hands meeting.
They can be crisp, a little rough
and fragrant from the line;
or hot from the dryer
as from an oven. A silver
grey kitten with amber
eyes to dark among
the sheets and wrestle and leap out
helps. But mostly pleasure
lies in the clean linen
slapping into shape.

Whenever I fold a fitted sheet
making the moves that re like
closing doors, I feel my mother.
The smell of clean laundry is hers.

by Marge Piercy

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