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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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JULY 18, 2010 5:50PM

Verano por la Tarde. Sunday July 18, 2010

Rate: 9 Flag

The laundromat, one summer afternoon,
Unusually quiet: white, hispanic,
And Haitian families all gone home too soon,
As though there'd been some sort of civil panic.
And showing signs of hurry ev'rywhere:
Detergent boxes, fabric soft'ning sheets,
And balls of dryer lint thrown here and there,
And empty soda bottles on the seats.
One woman from Honduras keeps it going.
She comes from ten to twelve, then two to eight,
And sends her money home.  Her kids are growing.
For now, Honduras seems a stable state.
I practice speaking Spanish when she's here.
She talks about her kids, her love, her fear.

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Maybe they all have a ritual of Sunday dinner? This is so perfect as I am reading it on my living room couch with the sound effects of my dryer in the background.
Me encanta mucho. R for 'rrifico!
Poem by poem, word by word you pick up the pieces of ordinary life and find the light shining there.
I like what anna said...:)
An interesting meditation on hard-working immigrants. R
Hi everyone - this is something I am never able to do: post, get comments, and respond in the same evening! I'll have to savor it -- it's another monstrously busy week coming up, and if I seem to be ignoring you, I apologize in advance! I promise I'll be back to comment whenever humanly possible.

trilogy - ha! I didn't think of that -- I provided a link to the birdsong for my Wood Thrush post. Maybe I should find a YouTube video of a laundromat to go with this one?

Oryoki - you know, I could stumble through a Spanish reply, but it would be a little weak, and I don't want to leave a written record of that. So thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

anna1, this is my fondest hope here: to cast the ordinary, everyday event into meter and rhyme. It was my great fortune today to have the entire laundromat to myself, and I was able to pace back and forth talking to myself like a bearded old lunatic, without anyone seeing.

sweetfeet, then my response to anna1 goes to you as well. Thank you.

Trudge164, welcome to my corner of OS. I have never asked the woman if she and her husband are legal or not. But one thing is for sure, they did not come to the U.S. to screw up. She works incredibly hard, 6 days a week. And all the immigrant families' toddlers adore her. She has also helped my Spanish immeasurably. And of course, no health insurance anywhere in sight. I keep my fingers crossed for her.

Thank you all for coming by. (Wow. It's not even bedtime yet.)
Was the laundromat hot? In my experience, laundromats in in July and August are godawful hot.

This is a nice observance. I like what anna1liese said, too. I like the simple, everyday rhymes and the juxtaposition of static images like "unusually quiet" - " empty bottles" , etc. with words like hurry, going and growing. It keeps the poem from being a still life. Of course, the last word does that, too.
Hi c&v. You know, I guess you're right. The thing did start out a little like a still life -- and as you mentioned, breathtakingly hot -- but the story just took me places. I have been talking to the manager more, since Honduras sacked their president some months ago. She was really scared for her kids, and utterly powerless here. I hope I did her justice. The last word is hers, I just borrowed it for the poem.
I really, really liked this. Really.
Hi waking. Thank you. And thanks for coming by - and for your comment on the Circus Camp post, as well. Sorry I've been unresponsive lately, just unreasonably busy.
It's nice to be able to drop by here every so often DB and see what your day held. I'm amazed you can turn out such a great poem every day! Well done.
I would love to hear about her kids, her love, her fear. rated.