POSTCARD LAUNDRY

POSTCARD LAUNDRY

THE HONEYMOON WAS ENDING AS THE SUN SANK FROM THE SKY
INTO THE BLUEST OCEAN, LIKE A MYKONOS GOODBYE
AND THE LOCALS HUNG THEIR LAUNDRY, BRIGHTLY COLORED ON THE LINES
AMONG THE HIVE OF WHITE-WASHED HOUSES WITH DOGS AND KIDS INSIDE
AND A BABY SCREAMED - IT SHOCKED US, JUST LIKE A STARTING GUN
AND NOW I THINK THIS SUNSET LOOKS LIKE EVERY OTHER ONE

FROM HERE TO HORIZON
YOU KNOW I'M GONNA TRY
TO MAKE EACH DAY LIKE POSTCARD LAUNDRY
BRIGHTLY COLORED ON THE LINE

ON THE DAY OUR SUN GOES DOWN AND PASSES INTO NIGHT
AND WE LIE DOWN TOGETHER TO KISS THE LONG GOODBYE
AND YOU THINK ABOUT THE NUMBERED LISTS THAT POPULATE YOUR DAYS
WALKING DOGS AND DROPPING OFF AND PICKING UP THE KIDS
I HOPE YOU'LL SAY

THROUGH IT ALL EACH TASK CONTAINED
A BIT OF PARADISE
JUST LIKE THAT POSTCARD LAUNDRY
BRIGHTLY COLORED ON THE LINE