Wash In The Yard
May 5th, 2010 | By Rodney Nelson | Category: Poetry | 439 viewsdo not forget that April morning
with its cabin on the riverbank
its yard
and tub of soaped rainwater
the washboard and a working scrub arm
cloud suds were moving too in a blue
that seemed to have paled in the warm wind
do not
forget the waving pennant
wash on the line whatever it meant
a skunk had come in the night and gone
leaving an odor mark not a hair
no owl
waited in the river grove
or there would have been crows to tell it
do not regret that April morning
though a working scrub arm may be gone
its board
and tub are out again now
the crock has sun water for the rinse
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About mamelund: Rodney Nelson's poetry began appearing in mainstream literary journals, e.g., Georgia Review, long ago: but he turned to fiction and did not write a poem for twenty-two years, restarting during this century. There is an entry in the Poets & Writers directory with an outline of the publishing history. He has worked as a book and copy editor and lives in the American Great Plains. |
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