Poem: Clean Sheets by Mark Tulin

Come share the joy of clean sheets and pillowcases in Mark’s – CLEAN SHEETS

Crow On The Wire

He takes an afternoon nap

on clean sheets and pillowcases,

a celestial escape

The fresh smell

of laundered bedding

is where he lay,

an ordinary joy,

a priceless comfort

A middle-aged

somnolent angel

with pains and aches

giving his tired wings

a break

So peaceful

is his noonday nap

just sinking into

nothingness

on a mattress

feathered in clouds

He wonders nothing,

his worries don’t exist,

just comfort he seeks

just calm and rest

he takes.

©️mft

photo by Alice Tulin

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