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Wringer Washer The wringer washer shimmied and shook, never broke but spat out clothes -- water divided splat and swirled down a hole in the basin tub when I was a tad, replaced by a top-loader for reasons unclear -- loads oft out of balance did occur, as it spun and shook like a rocket on pad aimed for space when I was a lad before failure to launch one day -- and replaced by a front-loader that took my big clothes on a smooth ride to sea -- happily would proclaim return with a jaunty theme. But, like a chain through gullet, would grind a throaty complaint -- rare electrical components too high a cost to replace. So, the old wringer washer arrived from yesteryear -- in storage since dad died -- and would reside in the corner of a new basement, noisily splooshing out water with pride. I wrung all our clothes, pressed through the squeaky pin-rollers, careful not to pinch my claiming fingers. I could imagine mom fill with pride before I threw that load in dryer before it, too, died. Guess, I’ll hang out to dry. 9.28.20 39 lines, vers libre Taboo words: Through The Years (theme) It's as much a commentary on the eroding quality of products today, as it is about happy memories of an old washer and doing laundry with mom growing up. |