For the Geese

 She washed until her knuckles were white

Other people’s clothes,

With her own lye soap,

Up and down the washboard.

Swoosh whoosh

Pewter tub;

Where is love?

No one knows.

No one cares.

But she sees

The world of the geese go by.

Pristine water,

Cattails waving in the wind.





She is outside looking in,

Washing other people’s clothes

With her own lye soap.


Abigail Drach
Age 13, Grade 8,
Hunter College High School
Gold Key

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