Planet Unrequitia Poem # 155 - Poem by Warren Falcon
Planet Unrequitia Poem 155
At the laundromat now a woman
in nylons stoops. I drive by
with a wave, another town, same
storm, a study in shields and
blades wondering about nylon
mysteries, hand washed, bent
woman's name turning over and
over again in spin-and-dry
cycles of drink.
Unrequitia is pronounced Un-re-kwy-sha as in the word 'Unrequited'
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