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Argo starch,
blue and boiling
in a cast iron kettle,

the stuff that kept the points
of my father’s cuffs
and collars
sharp.

Even the linens
were subjected to it
then ironed with a flatiron,
stiff and unrelenting

like the wind
in December
on that failing farm.

written in response to the Challenge of the Day

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