Wash Day
June 27 2022
Wash day,
and no matter what time of year
laundry hangs outside.
Thoroughly wet
the line sags heavily,
while the small metal wheel
in need of oil
creaks noisily under the load.
In winter
pants are cardboard cutouts
frozen stiff,
intimate apparel
looks skimpy and cold.
Still, even in the arctic air
they will freeze-dry,
given sufficient time
and a little sun.
In spring, damp clothes
take on the freshness of first growth
the smell of thawing soil.
There's an edge of woodsmoke, as well;
which hangs low
in the cool morning air,
and depends on how seasoned the wood
and if it's spruce or birch.
And sometimes, there's pollen,
so on a bad day
they can come back covered
in a thin sticky dusting
of the dull yellow stuff.
In summer, multi-coloured clothes
flutter like prayer flags
in a mountain monastery
in thin Tibetan air.
They dry quickly,
and can smell of flowers
freshly cut grass
and meat on the grill.
But the bugs are bad today
and they're calling for rain.
So it's into the drier
to tumble dry.
Or hung inside,
dripping
on the cold concrete floor
in a damp basement
under harsh fluorescent light.
Where the ceiling is low
and the joists exposed
and furtive spiders roam
at will.
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