The poem I wrote at the Laundromat this morning

I toss my assortment
of candy colored panties
towards the open mouth
of the industrial size dryer

The not-so-old man
two dryers over
stares hard and greedy
as if I am throwing
handfuls of sweets from
a parade float
and
deliberately
missing him

Comments

[Collin Lasko]

Beautiful, I love how you captured the moment; the colorful clothes, an over sized dryer, a dirty old man. The last sentence is my favorite, the image of a gluttonous gentleman wrought with disappointment as every piece falls just out of his reach, if only he had his youth again.