A Wash

One from a parking lot entry the other holding up the door frame to a laundromat a crumpled street and two decades separate them and a lazy drizzle that just won't subside. One is a grey clad security guard one is crowned with a white dome one wears theirs much lower one's toes can be seen one of them is a woman though I'm not sure which. They observe the morning rain they share their smiling laments they turn their eyes up frequently they shake their respective heads they each stare at their feet one gets back to work.