Zumwalt Poems Online

she started to stop ironing

she started to stop ironing

creases and wrinkles
pouts and interpretations
a phone number from Port Said
left in a pocket

Oh, how the gin fizzes stir
and music concurs
as veils drip like honey

how the cover
stays low
so the currency flows
like foot traffic at
the dusty bazaar

“I’ll show you Egypt” has been her most memorable reply
but I doubt her intentions and so plan another solo excursion
hoping that
once I return
that crumpled, rumpled look
will be comfortably cool at work

— Zumwalt (1998)


Comments on: "she started to stop ironing" (3)

  1. Fabulous as ever, and as currant now as when it was written! Great to see you are Zumpoems I have missed you!


  2. WordsFallFromMyEyes said:

    Definitely like your rhyme and vision.


  3. So exotically enigmatic. Wish pouts could be ironed away.


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