Laundry Day

Poor mother monkey
at the rich mother zoo
drowns again her sorrow,
her lifeless baby live again;
it is so freshly limp and loose
she believes she can
by scrubbing.
Across the moat,
another mother, seeing,
aims peanuts awkwardly
with her wrong hand,
toying her own baby’s happy hands
with her right
in the Ivory Soap sunshine,
her own laundry done.