The Laundry Yard Poem by Martin Lochner
The Laundry Yard
two sparrows land on an old tar pole
two women enter the laundry yard
“Chirp-Chirp” the sparrows say
“Chit-Chat “ the ladies talk
gossiping, preening, cleaning
i watch
effortlessly they exist
though I struggle to persist
it is morning
the sun shines
their wings, gleaming
their faces, beaming rays
the old tar pole turned into gold
looking with blotted sight
it is a spectacle
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