A new washer was installed at the house
It didn’t spin
Didn’t want to fight
Or figure out how to make it
I optioned out at the laundromat
Imagining I’m on the move
On a 6 week backpack tour
Taking a break, to wash up
Spirit and dirty clothes
Before I head on my journey again
A way to recoup energy
Detach from the house, an old story
For fresh dynamics
This morning
I’m at the laundromat
Writing poetry
Talking halt