State of Mind

She scatters laundry from the dryer on their bed. He folds it into neat little piles. Finished, he frets. She leads him to the kitchen for tea, seats him at the table. He spoons and spoons the sugar until she stops him with her hand. Without his knowing, she will go to the bedroom, and rumple
the clothes so he can fold them again. He will finish and fret ...

barbed wire
a patchwork
of prairie