It's a long-ag-happy memory even if it was a basement apartment!
Most people went up the stairs
Sunlight fueled their journeys.
We went below ground into a dark basement,
Where coin-operated washers hummed into the night
Where coin-operated washers hummed into the night
Where we never saw the sun rise or set,
Where we slept on the floor,
Yet, we learned to work together
Cooking, cleaning, loving,
In that first-to-us-place.
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