I considered the joy
in doing nothing but
bringing joy.
Old friends had become
oblique at best,
angry and cynical
at how time pulls
everything apart.
All I needed was
just a little shift
to call friends, say hello,
listen to their pain,
offer some positives.
But before I could do that, the laundry
was not in the right place
and I became confused
at how something so small
could make me shrink.
And yet I tried, I reached out
and moved the tier
of shirts and socks
neatly to the dresser top.
They liked it there
and they were in harmony.
I think they sang
a little song and
brought me joy.
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