Doing Laundry
the tiny laundry room
smells like my grandfather
and the house he once had
where I played in my youth
the walls, rich healthy green
i remember driving
up in the afternoon
the happiest Ive ever been
from Idaho its far
but its well worth the trip
cool summer nights with Iz
I still smell the old cars
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