All Washed Up
Two rubber gloves hang discarded
Cling to the plate rack of pine
Empty and turned to the tiles
Waiting for a water ball
Two rubber gloves hang discarded
No purpose for us to observe
Sadly exhibiting usage both
Hear the dishwasher call
Two rubber gloves hang discarded
Colours faded and fingers worn
One springs a hole in the thumb
Its partner hears the bin fall
One rubber glove hangs discarded
Pale and lonely for its pigeon pair
Lost in the drain of life’s chaos
Single; no purpose at all
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2006
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