She reads to the chorus of mumbling tumble dryers,
the coins slotting, rattling, dropping,
a coffee vending machine dribbling hot brew
into new polystyrene cups, topped with milk and cocoa.
She’s unaware that her laundry finished long ago
but I can wait. She’s happily glued,
lost in the laundromat fugue state.
Originally published June 2016
Nesbit and Gibley 