making a scene
it was the drying
cycle when i spot
out the glass
front a girl about
four, bounding
by the laundromat, young
mother in hot
pursuit. orange
swimcapped, wrinkled cone
head, giggles
escaping
across her face.
cornered.
cajol, stamp.
bawl. promises and
all. for getting
away
that summer day.
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