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DIRTY LAUNDRY
friday rain at the laundromat:
standing at the window
watching traffic and clouds
while the dryer spins.
the radio, planted in the ceiling,
on far too loud,
is tuned to the melodrama in D.C.
The voice of a congressional inquisitor
wheels and deals his version
of good and evil, right and wrong,
saints and sinners:
and repeats it several more times
in case the listening audience
might have missed it.
no one speaks in laundry-land,
all of us captive of the radio in the ceiling
that no one can turn off.
i wonder what these men and women strangers
are thinking about it all,
as they fold laundry, read "people" magazines,
spray spot remover on those particularly
"difficult stains".
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i think about dirty laundry
and those "holier than thou" republicans,
about big lies
and little people.
i think about rain and clouds and traffic,
and about god's
dirty laundry...
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(c)1999 Roger A. Evers