by Duane Anderson
It’s laundromat time, washing the winter coats,
my attempt at washing winter away
Hitting the Jackpot
The birds were used to
the stupid things that I did,
and today, they got their money’s worth.
They looked,
they smiled,
they laughed
as they watched from the fence railing
while I sat lounging on the deck chair,
fast asleep,
getting a secret sunburn.
Today was a bonus day,
never wanting to disappoint my fans.
Spring Cleaning Audition
It’s laundromat time, washing the winter coats,
my attempt at washing winter away,
and the good memories of the coats keeping
me warm as I moved about outside,
and knowing I survived another winter,
making it to spring again.
Six security cameras watched me
as I sat on one of the chairs waiting
my time as the coats took their annual bath,
then waited again
after the first stage had completed,
waiting for the coats to dry during the final stage.
My comments for the cameras,
record me as much as you like
as this is my first audition at this laundromat.
Let me know how I did washing my coats?
I will leave my calling card
on one of the folding tables as I leave.
© Duane Anderson
Duane Anderson currently lives in La Vista, NE. He has had poems published in Fine Lines, Cholla Needles, Tipton Poetry Journal, and several other publications. He is the author of ‘On the Corner of Walk and Don’t Walk,’ ‘The Blood Drives: One Pint Down,’ and ‘Conquer the Mountains.’
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