I belong to a club which meets each week
And when we gather at the river-bank,
We wash away the toil of seven days
From our cottons and our man-made fibres.
The members often do not speak to one
Another, preferring to commune with
Their linens and their overalls instead,
Staring at their clothing in full silence.
Others are more talkative—there is Ray
Who teaches woodworking in high school,
Lester who reads physics in his spare time,
Barry who carries the weight for us all.
They bring their bundles on foot or by car.
Some depart between the cycles of their
Clothes, while others like myself remain
From the first until the folded finish.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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