by heck I've been busy
in the laundry room to-day
washing all my apparel
on this mild Saturday

on the clothesline
is an array of pantaloons
four white bras are catching
the sun's brimming boon

a stiff breeze blows through
the toes of my socks
so too through the hems
of all my party frocks

no doubt Earth washing liquid
cleans the attire well
one could say that
I've fallen under its spell

my neighbor commented
on how my laundry gleams
she wishes that her Whirlpool machine
could fulfill her wash day dreams

one marvels at seeing
such well washed gear
it makes one feel like
letting out an almighty cheer

everywhere around the world
the blue of my skirt
touches shores
container ships
sail o'er me in the night
stars twinkling on their bows  
whales and fishes
live in my fathom's depths
kelp's and beautiful corals
make homes
in the salt of my brine
yet I'm assailed
by the unthinking
slicks from oil spills
choking my environs
plastic bags and human effluent galore
deposited in my turquoise colored prettiness
the oceans on our planet
need our care
so please treat them
as a precious jewel

in ornate splendor
the shrine stood
it symbolized
the deep adoration
in his heart's well
a divine structure
in memory he built
to e'er worship
the abiding admiration
he felt for her