Washing Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Small town laundromat, big world hopes and fears.

Submitted: July 30, 2018

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Washing Day

 

she never once minded the dust,
as he carried them both into
town, his mind filled with thoughts
of discounted hardware.

she may have even wished him
the worst, as his levi's tumbled
and crashed in endless waves,
losing their color by degrees,
as the years broke down like oil.

she spooned off lumps of Sarah's homemade
alone and crossthreaded on a folding table,
as he tossed baling wire and made due
with yesterday's donut and machined coffee.


As soon as Nathan's growed,
she shuddered as she folded, but
there was so much left to unspoken
chance, as the road back stayed
just as dry as they had left it.

it would be years before
she learned the same screen
door that opens wide on
the one side can stay so

desperately shut on the other.

 


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