Well, we spent a couple of nights in an all-night laudramat somewhere east of Marble Arch. We had completely run out of money during that phase of our London experience. At least we had shelter, and found some measure of companionship with the assortment of characters doing laundry during the wee hours.
There was the drunken gentleman, who never quite got around to reciting Oscar Wilde's, " The Ballad of Reading Gaol." He went on for hours preparing to quote the poem, but never actually uttered a single word of Wilde. . .
foggy night
a cobweb catches
the glow of fluorescents
Copyright 2010 Thomas Martin, all rights reserved.
Copyright 2010 Thomas Martin, all rights reserved.
(Published October, 2010 - Contemporary Haibun Online)
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