I met Lisette
at the local laundromat
shoveling mountains
into a steel drum.
Her jeans so tight,
she struggled
to get a quarter
from the front pocket.
“Short changed?” I said.
She chuckled,
and after a stack
we were washing,
drying and folding friends.
©2023 | K.F. Hartless
d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Quadrille #186 – Fold
Cover Artwork: “Friday Night at the Laundromat” Randy Weisbin





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