Narcissus at the Laundromat
I watched him, that handsome man.
He went from machine to machine,
stopping to peer through each little window.
I thought he must have forgotten
which dryer he had put his clothes into –
up and down the aisles, stopping in front of
every door and staring with a contented smile.
He was in front of the oversize load dryer, gazing
longingly at a bedspread tumbling around when I asked
if he’d found his laundry and, without turning to look at me,
he replied, “ I have no laundry.”
My attempt at Day 5 prompt at https://www.napowrimo.net/day-five-9/
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