Laundry, Gracefully
By Cynthia S.
I worked two weeks in a row,
now I’m sure you'll see
my home, attention needed,
called me, unimpeded
by phone calls or door bells shrill
I look at the pile,
so much laundry needs cleaning
so I have been meaning
to collect it and sort it
by color and white,
take basket to Whirlpool gods
sacrifice all my clods
of dirt and stain and grime.
I load the washer
starting to get in the flow
of doing chores I know
will free my afternoon
to quietly read.
Turn away, hear a sound?
Just George, fooling around
with a catnip mouse he likes.
I turn on machine,
water starting to flow,
Jeeze, wouldn’t you know
Grace is in the washer
getting very wet
erupts, like volcano
not knowing where to go,
not knowing who to scratch
for such an offense.
She yowls like a banshee
George asks, “Could she
be trusted in a rubber room?’
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