Poem For Mitchell H B

via PoemForYa

 Mitchell washes dishes
 blue wings on his back.
 One hand holds the plate,
 the other a soft rag
 and the clean plate is carefully placed
 in the rack to his left.
 His pattern fits 
 with the warm cloudy water.
 If he turned around,
 he would see the dishwasher.
 "But I /like/ washing dishes,"
 he says.

written by Marina, 12/29/01