Watching the colors go round, and round.
The bright yellow towels making a halo,
in the dryer window, time trudging slowly.
Facing west, watching the sun set,
Washers and dryers humming in my ears,
Always feeling awkward sitting here alone.
Waiting for the buzzers to split the loud silence,
So I can finish my laundry, folding, hanging, packing,
And getting the heck outta Dodge!
I hate doing laundry.
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 6:15 PM UTC
Watching the colors go round, and round.
The bright yellow towels making a halo,
in the dryer window, time trudging slowly.
Facing west, watching the sun set,
Washers and dryers humming in my ears,
Always feeling awkward sitting here alone.
Waiting for the buzzers to split the loud silence,
So I can finish my laundry, folding, hanging, packing,
And getting the heck outta Dodge!
I hate doing laundry.
Yet another "Can you Spare a Word or 5?" submission.
awkward, laundry, west, halo, split
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