Let there be nothing on earth but laundry

let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
bed sheets flapping in the wind,
my eyes squinting at the sun,
the dampness against my jeans,
freshly cut grass cool on bare feet.
gone are the worries of work, children's cries
recede into the background, the pot boils over
on the stove and water spatters on the hot coils.
let the fresh smell of laundry fill my nostrils
displacing the rancid smell of stale garbage,
or dank basements filled with clutter.
the sun will fall in the sky,
the evening will turn cool, I will
gather chilly sheets in my arms,
freshening each pore with the smell
of clean laundry.