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Laundry

David Sapp

A Monday on Grandma’s farm was, all day, nothing
but cousins and laundry. We hung the wash in the yard,
near the quince trees, between garden and woodpile,
every size, shape and preference splayed for neighbors.
Just over the fence, heifers and their calves pondered
the task with bovine indifference.

In winter, the quince appeared in the cellar, in rows
of mason jars, sweet, amber specimens, and our clothes
were required to thaw before wearing. Grandpa’s
overalls froze so stiff, we stacked them like planks
of dried fish outside our igloo. After we stood them up,
the legs trudged to the house on their own accord
and climbed into dresser drawers.

In the long, vague haze of summer afternoons, warm
grass, delicious on our feet – after the sheets began
tugging at clothespins, flapping, white flags of surrender
or Buddhist pennants on Himalayan peaks – we’d sit
in the swing under the willow snapping beans. A breeze
animated shirts and socks into lively automatons.

Usually, the wash was folded in the sun, collated into
hickory bushel baskets, but occasionally, a sudden storm
caused us to race the rain, gather everything willy-nilly
in jumbled heaps, and sort a tangled puzzle in the kitchen.
And occasionally we’d catch hell if our chore was left
overnight. Wet with dew, the day began again – nothing
but cousins and laundry.



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