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laundry on a rainy Sunday

traveling at high-speed
i sit in the bustling laundromat
and put my headphones on
around me lips
move un-dubbed to Coldplay
i watch the rain fall
teardrops to the sunburned
smooth plains and rigid mountains
away dust!
colorless rain-clouds -
wash my exhaustion
fresh.

when the clouds break
i'll stand in the clear
sunlight with my shirt off
and wait
for joy to sprout.

Author notes

restored for summer list. unedited.

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