just logged onto the express computer at the Mission branch library so here is a short poem inspired by the drive from the airport into the city...
late night laundromats
glowing on quiet corners,
soft blue aquariums suspended in darkness.
one still-life after another:
row of white washers
dryers a line of port-holes
dusty plants in the window.
timeless capsules swimming in the night.
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