Blaundromat Love Poem by Barry A. Lanier

Fumbling in my pocket
For change
Eyeing the soggy mass
She offered change
Combining soggy masses
And so we watched
Colors turning, tumbling, twisting
Her blouse, unbuttoned
Free flowing, flung open
Arms extended to embrace
My pants, shirts, socks
Our clothes taking risks
While we remained still
Eyeing each other
Smiling on occasion
An awkward silence
Unloading quietly
Exchanging socks and underwear
Hers in the wicker
Mine in a paper bag
As she wrote down her number
We said goodbye
The whole affair economical
Now wondering
Never cheap