ODE TO THE OLD WASH RAG

THE OLD WASH RAG

It hung

over the faucet

like a limp

leaf of lettuce

Smelling of

mixtures

of tuna fish

coffee and

slightly spoiled milk.

How could

you allow

your beautiful

yellow daisies

take on the

look of the

garden soil?

Just yesterday

you were so

so fresh

like summer sunshine

and ready

to fulfill

your purpose

in life.

Maybe someone

will take pity

on you and

spill a bit

of green apple

biodegradable

on your porcelain

grave.