Laundry
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Toting the scraps of a well-worn week
The pile of costumes rainbow hued
Down wooden steps with weight each does creak
Drudgery the overbearing mood
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Pocket jingles with a horde of change
White metal workers fill each long wall
I hope there is no one a bit strange
The bane of having come here at all
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Join the throng of the domesticized
Eyes glued to cell phone or tiled floor
Unrelated but amalgamized
Task the only reason they come for
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The stagnant drone of machinery
People watching, time passes away
Such a chore it is to do laundry
What waste of morning Saturday
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
wow, this mundane task has never been described so poetically –
Thanks, Beth!
Brilliant! Like Beth has said so well, such a mundane task described so fine!
Thank you, brother!
You’re welcome brother!
Only you could take an ordinary task and turn it onto extraordinary poetry! Well done!
Thank you, dear friend!
Love this, Brad! I’m my archives, somewhere (lol), I wrote about my laundry trips. Living in the RV for 4 years meant many trips to laundromats. I admire and appreciate your poetic words!
Thank you, Karla! Hope you are well!
You’re welcome, Brad! I’m going tomorrow for consults on two different radiations. It’s not always easy, but a visit from my youngest son, daughter-in-law, and two year old grandgirl was the best treatment ever! I hope you are well too my friend! 💛
The beauty of owning a washer and dryer is never having to sit around killing time in a laundromat. Mundane is the correct descriptor, though it’s made less painful when you don’t have to sit there waiting.
Thanks, Pete!
I actually don’t mind doing the laundry, but that is from the perspective of doing it from the comfort of my home. If I had to go a laundry, it could be a different story…
I knew you were well domesticated. Thank you, Jim!
it’s my form of meditation 🙂
The key is to wear dirty clothes and take every other Saturday off.
I like the way you think Geoff!
Hahah love this poem!
Thank you, Oliver!