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lacking that
the day is suddenly
naked to dry fluorescence
buzzing the Laundromat --
quarters spiral on the floor
concentrically converging
it's over in hours
but right now it's agitation
the hot and/or cold
almost, but not quite
and then tumbling
to finish with empty pockets
order, fold and stack
when evening weighs in
suddenly clothed --
glass doors slowly close
coins rolled, then counted
and lights flicker out
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