Andreas Gripp is a London, Ontario poet and writer. He lives with his cats, "Clea" and "Sheba". He is the author of six books of poetry as well as six chapbooks. His website can be found at http://www.andreasgripp.com
 

Laundry

My neighbour's clothesline
has been barren
for as long as I can remember.
I've yet to see a single sock
or cloth that dries in the wind,
an undershirt or pair of pants
absorbing thermal rays,
the sun much cheaper
than a bulky machine
and considerably quieter too.
Someone took great care
in planting those weighty,
wooden posts,
the metal wheels that suspend
two wires as if they're telephone lines.
I imagine a backyard scene
that's set in 1953:
a kerchief-headed woman
clipping a girdle
in April air,
nodding hello
to the original owner
of my humble bungalow,
a brassiere blushingly placed
between a blouse
and pantyhose,
hopeful that the breeze
will cleanse what eyes
still see as soiled.

                               from Angel Clare.  Andreas Gripp. Harmonia Press, 2007.

 

 

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