washing machines make good friends at 6 o'clock
standing naked in the basement
(still damp from last week’s rain)
and waiting for my clothes,
I place pennies on top to watch them jump
when the spin cycle starts.
Morning sounds seep through the ceiling
like sun through window shades.
Weak coffee brews upstairs.
I wait for him to come
and offer me a mug.
-MWE
28 June 2001
