Laundry Day

One by two
thumbnails,
slicing the slatted
shadows
with smiles,
consciously exuberant.
Recalling
the heavy dark
scent
in apartment laundry
rooms and
the pressing
desire
to hoard
change.

Coaxed
into the day
when snow relaxes
to rain,
an open
steaming
coffee cup
embracing cold
prevalent
drops.

Pressing change
into palms
block after
block,
now that clothes
are washed
by the
sky.

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