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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.

28 June 2001