Inside: Today’s post is dedicated to my new friend Calen from Impromptu Promptlings. I met her during the A – Z Blogging Challenge, lured to her blog because of a shared love of classic television, and she’s been so supportive of this website since then. I’ve become a fan of her writing and taste in poetry–another shared love. So, Calen, here is one of my favorites, “Wash Day in the Midwest,” written more than a handful of years ago. Hope you enjoy it!
Wash Day in the Midwest
The corn wilts and puckers,
waiting to get its feet wet
in the playground of grasshoppers
as cows collect
beneath the coffeenut tree.
The dog doesn’t bother to get up.
It’s hot dry August in the Midwest,
where people assemble
in the frozen foods section to complain.
“Hottest day of the year,” one says.
“If it weren’t for the humidity!” says another.
from the back door of a hundred years ago,
behind the old farmhouse
Great-Grandma gathers her skirts
’round the washboard and tub,
takes up her fight against several days’ dirt
and laughs out loud.
“They’ve all gone soft,” she says.
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