At Wash

At Wash
Laundry hums in the light of day,

        A spinning, cleansing song;

All about the women call

       Their gossip through the throng.


Machines they hum their happy notes,

        A tandem, buzzing choir;

The washers chatter through long days,

        Shouting life’s raucous fire.


Oh, the din in the laundromat

        Is filled with voice and gears,

A happy sound that’s much the same

        As in those bygone years.