*of iron… humanity and things
cleaned and washed
bleached and hung dried
in the sun to catch the nature
bestowed after filth, dirt, and grime
unpinned brought to the board
initially touched slightly to the iron
then burned unseen, tale only told by the steam
fibers cry unheard, like a forgotten dream
nevertheless, after pulling and straightening
some creases remain
folded into the next daily grind
ready to be worn again
