haikus to the laundromat

spinning rapidly
sudsy water cleaning clothes
hypnotizing me
delightful retro
rows of green washing machines
humming joyfully
hovering above
standing next to the dryer
a ceiling fans air
all the clothes are pink
yet still it remains intact
my favourite red shirt
* smells like detergent
the sweet bear on the box smiles
my sheets are so soft

dank ya', mosey on down again