5-7-5

haikus to the laundromat

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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