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Dishwater

Slap of the screen door, flat knock
of my grandmother's boxy black shoes
on the wooden stoop, the hush and sweep 
of her knob-kneed, cotton-aproned stride 
out to the edge and then, toed in
with a furious twist and heave, 
a bridge that leaps from her hot red hands
and hangs there shining for fifty years
over the mystified chickens, 
over the swaying nettles, the ragweed,
the clay slope down to the creek, 
over the redwing blackbirds in the tops
of the willows, a glorious rainbow
with an empty dishpan swinging at one end.

Credit


From Delights and Shadows by Ted Kooser. Copyright 2004 Ted Kooser. Used by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All rights reserved.

Author


Ted Kooser

Ted Kooser was born in Ames, Iowa in 1939.

Date Published: 2004-01-01

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/dishwater