This poem is taken from Stand 246, 23(2) June - August 2025.
Nine Poems
Play houses
The washerwoman’s shed
In a corner of the yard
Was invaded by three strangers.
The man was out to work all day,
The daughter tried to play with us.
...
The washerwoman’s shed
In a corner of the yard
Was invaded by three strangers.
The man was out to work all day,
The daughter tried to play with us.
...
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