Romance

by abubhaji

What’s more romantic than the moon?
This nickel
I found at the bottom of
the washing machine.
Not because it shines just as bright; all night and day.
Not ’cause it’s also been around
‘n round, ‘n in
‘n out of
your delicates.
Not for the waves it creates; when I cash
 in for our escape, on a ship, to that far, far away place called
orbit.
No.
‘Cause I found it
at the bottom of
the washing machine
while
I was doing
your
laundry.