Laundering

The essence of the boy is piled in front of the washer.

The secrets tumble from his pockets, tangible confessions of places gone and things seen that nobody should know.

The detritus of a life well-lived.

Crunchy leaves,

a gum wrapper,

a love letter from an admirer on a sticky note,

playground sand,

foreign coins from someone else’s treasure trove of memories.

Creating new fantasies and memories.

Tumbling, wet, the week’s adventures and mishaps, the victories and the disappointments flow away forever. Back to the elements.

Start again tomorrow.