We all want to live the dream someday… No matter what though, be happy for what you have and love each day.
At the coin laundry after work
The coins spew out of the dispenser,
hitting the iron as if I had just won the lottery.
But I haven’t. I stand in shorts and worn Nikes
with sweat falling like rain down my face.
My brown, cracked hands touch the cold coins
That give me a second of relief from the heat
as I walk over to machine number sixteen.
I transfer my myriad of colors to the hungry silver
That begins to twirl the pieces of me in its mouth.
I begin to walk when I see a pregnant woman
Of about twenty struggle with her own laundry
while a child of three years drops the heavy green pouch.
Señor, puede ayudarme con esta locura
She says to me with drooping grocery bags
Under her wide green eyes that still held
Years of youth beneath the stress of motherhood.
I put her laundry into the wash and then paid
For her load saying that we Hispanics
Have to sit together. Necesitamos
Ayudar a nuestra gente en el mundo.
Her child, with marshmallow white teeth
Looks up and smiles with gleaming blue eyes
At me, as if I had just given a gift on Christmas.
The mother gives him two coins to play Galaga.
I walk over past the cool coca cola machine,
Taunting me with its contents that could
Relive me of all the heat from the outside
With its sugary fizz that would wet my throat.
I sit back on the lone chair next to the dusty
Dirty foggy window that sits in front of my
busy machine. Soap drips in front of the glass
offering me a brief second of serenity.
A homeless man can be heard begging
Outside. I close my eyes as the washer
Starts to rattle and rotate faster and I dream
Of the day I can say I own a washer at home.