Bill Waters
Laundromat
It was a shade of plum. Or maybe mulberry? Anyway, it was a deep, dark color, and it was streaked all over his whites: sweat socks, T-shirts, underwear. How that lipstick got in the dryer to begin with, I don’t know, but when it melted… Well, we all saw the result. That’s why before I use a dryer, I always stick my head inside it and take a thorough look around.
burgundy sunset—
it spills across
the snow
About the Author
In addition to writing short poetry and compress prose, Bill Waters runs the Poetry in Public Places Project, a Facebook / real-world group dedicated to appreciating, encouraging, and displaying poetry outdoors with the purpose of enriching daily life. Bill and his wife reside in Pennington, New Jersey, USA, where their lives are ruled by two cats.