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American Life in Poetry: “Ablution,” by Amy Fleury
American Life in Poetry: Column 468 BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE Here’s another lovely poem to honor the caregivers among us. Amy Fleury lives and teaches in Louisiana. Ablution Because one must be naked to get clean,my dad shrugs out of his pajama shirt,steps from his boxers and into the tubas I brace him, whose long illnesshas made him shed modesty too.Seated on the plastic bench, he holdsthe soap like a caught fish in his lap,waiting for me to test the water’s heaton my wrist before turning the nozzletoward his pale skin.Read More