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Washing Enchantress
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I worry to let her stand there
proud with outstretched arms
fanning full and free-set breasts
paired in competition with the curls
of hips that ripple like ellipses
in river water, the currents
of their portals blooming with hints
which seem to hypnotize all men.
The enchantress with her small-scale
voluptuities and perfect molded
lengths of hair, posed statuesque
on the white-coated wire shelf
above my washer's empty basket,
doesn't care who does the laundry.
Just bring her the torsos of fishers
with washboards for bodies,
let her rub them clear, pull
each through the center of her Nile.

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Rain Jordan
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Copyright © Rain Jordan
November 2000

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