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Sunday Morning at the Laundromat
by
Sharon Waller Knutson


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You can hear the country music

when you step out of the Village Inn

and the Ace Hardware across the parking lot.

 

But you can’t tell where it is coming from

until you follow the sound to the back

of the laundromat where my husband’s band

 

is playing guitars and singing country songs

to the steady rhythm of washing machines banging

like drums as they swish blankets in soapy water.

 

A young mother taps her foot

and sings the chorus as she loads

her towels into the washer

 

as her preschool daughter whirls around

like the clothes in the dryers behind her,

her blonde braids and hands flying in the air.

 

A white haired couple stop folding clothes

long enough to do the jitterbug

while other customers listen, watch and clap 

as they wait for their clothes to wash and dry.

 

This poem first appeared in Desert Directions (2015).
Used here with the author's permission.

 

 

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Sharon Waller Knutson is a retired journalist and grandmother who lives in the middle of the Arizona desert in an earth home built by her husband, Albert. She writes poetry and takes photographs of the wildlife that visits the waterfalls and pond in her front yard, while Albert sings and plays the guitar and builds furniture out of cactus. Sharon's work has appeared in several journals and she is the author of four chapbooks: Dancing with a Scorpion (Moon Journal Press 2006,) My Grandmother Smokes Chesterfields (Flutter Press 2014),  Desert Directions (2015) and They Affectionately Call Her a Dinosaur (2016).


Post New Comment:
Janet Wilcox:
Can't imagine a better place to practice, and such a receptive involved audience! I loved it.
Posted 01/15/2017 09:42 PM
jtmilford:
Great poem! The band is definitely not washed up.
Posted 01/15/2017 01:59 PM
blueskies:
VERY MUCH FUN! Thanks Sharon & Albert,too. Smiles.
Posted 01/15/2017 11:25 AM
wendy morton:
Dance!!
Posted 01/15/2017 11:17 AM
Michael:
Poetry is everywhere and in everyone! Delightful Sharon--this poem is where we live.
Posted 01/15/2017 10:52 AM
Lori Levy:
LOve the way the music merges with what's going on in the laundromat.
Posted 01/15/2017 10:19 AM
Larry Schug:
Thanks for taking hold of me and placing me in this scene. It's just where I needed to be this morning. Nice writing!
Posted 01/15/2017 08:11 AM
Katrina:
the washing machine in continuous motion plays me percussion
Posted 01/15/2017 07:26 AM
Jancan:
What a delightful, exuberant poem! Love the similes. Janice
Posted 01/15/2017 06:52 AM
rhonasheridan:
What a lovely person Sharon sounds! Her poem is delightful.
Posted 01/15/2017 05:52 AM
KevinArnold:
Fun.
Posted 01/15/2017 03:52 AM


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