In the barracks
before Reveille
gathering bags of dirty cammies
Not five feet tall
all that was visible of her
was her head bobbing,
her Geta sandals
shuffling. Dozens of laundry bags swallowed her.
She never missed a day,
all for a few yen
twice a month,
and little thanks.

M. Zane McClellan

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Inspired by Sonja Beskin Mesher’s, the laundry man