My office at home shares a wall with the laundry room. So I
hear all the noises coming out of there.
So here I just report on what I hear – no moralizing
– no confessions – no inner feelings – a simple study of what is there.
I trust
my reader to come up with a metaphoric reason - or not.
Since it’s intended
audience is grade school – probably not – and guess what – that’s okay.
Laundry Day
Snaps, buttons
zippers and buckles
pennies, dimes and quarters
sometimes even little rocks
forgot in a pocket,
bounce and scrape and slide
inside the dryer
when it’s run,
making a crazy rhythm
to go with the humming
washer’s sudsy song.
© michael salinger
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