February 23rd, 2020 Challenge
Laundromat
A squeak of the metal tub from the gas clothes drier,
moaning with age, from the porthole of glass
the view of rotating clothes,
tentacles of jellyfish, a tangle of bras and panties.
I exist in part to load the washer and the drier,
to stare at the star, emblazoned on the beach towel
thick with the brine of a salty ocean;
it passes over and over before the glass...
yellow star, blue background, yellow star
blue background, towel intertwined
with bras and panties, torn blue jeans,
white wrinkle-proof shirts, black socks,
Over and over, blue background, yellow star,
blue background, yellow star,
until the towel becomes a blur,
a possessive image of the past,
of days before my obligation
to wash and dry the soiled jellyfish.
The Author
Born and raised in the San Francisco Bay area, a graduate of San Jose State, her poems have been recognized by BAPC, Keats Soul-Making, Ina Coolbrith Circle, Artist Embassy International, theWrite Launch, and the literary divisions of the San Mateo County and Marin County Fairs. Louise travels with her cat in a 23-foot motorhome, exploring landscapes that inspire her work.
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