Greywater

Every lie is two lies, the lie we tell others and the lie we tell ourselves to justify it. - Thoreau

you spun a hard water, laundered lie

until it smelled of flowers in a spring meadow

twisting, squeezing and wringing out its truth

with no gentle cycle

they say, "it all comes out in the wash"

except the dark, stained clouds blocking your soul's true sun

Author's Note

"I would rather hear a single truthful bird song than a thousand lying speeches." - Thoreau