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It wasn't my choice to spend that Sunday

Washing clothes at the nearest Laundromat.

My washer could not be fixed 'til Monday

My dirty clothes just could not wait for that.





No one else was there when I first entered,

And glad I'd brought an unread magazine.

I would keep occupied with reading it

While waiting for the bell from the machine.





I'd but settled down when someone came in;

A man with scant supply of dirty clothes.

He searched in his pockets for some quarters;

Then asked if I had extra ones of those.





He kept right on talking as he used them.

He said that he was very new in town.

I sat patiently as he kept talking.

Hiding a sigh, I laid my story down.



As we put washed clothes into the dryers,

He suggested crossing street for an ice-cream.

I told him that was a very nice idea,

Not knowing from then on, we'd be a team.





It wasn't until some years much later

And after he'd made me his happy wife,

That I brought up subject of our meeting

And how lucky chance meeting changed my life.





He admitted seeing  me with wash-load,

Had grabbed a bag of clothes that he'd just bought.

He said he was not truly shy of quarters,

Was pretending when acting so distraught.





So now I know true story of our meeting

And how it happened that warm day in early fall.

I am glad that we had that day together,

Though the meeting wasn't so chance, after all.











For contest: " Three Themes"



Written: 8/ 6/14







Theme chosen "Chance Meeting".

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