Brigit Pegeen Kelly's "Doing Laundry on Sunday" took me straight to my grandmother's "back line" where sheets and tees danced in the breeze, allowing frequent peeks of peaches and apricots ripening on leafy trees, promising jam and pie and juicy treats in just a few weeks. Of course we never did laundry on Sunday -- oh no! Monday. Laundry's always done on Monday.
You really get the sense of blowing laundry in Ruth Stone’s poem. It’s wonderful.
Brigit Pegeen Kelly's "Doing Laundry on Sunday" took me straight to my grandmother's "back line" where sheets and tees danced in the breeze, allowing frequent peeks of peaches and apricots ripening on leafy trees, promising jam and pie and juicy treats in just a few weeks. Of course we never did laundry on Sunday -- oh no! Monday. Laundry's always done on Monday.
love Ruth Stone's poem