Six weeks.

Broken

dishwasher.

No call

placed.

Each day,

each night –

hands sunk

wrist-deep.

Sloshing hot

suds,

Honey-suckle

scented.

Plates,

utensils,

cups,

hands –

all washed

clean.

No need

to count

twenty.

 

— C.Birde, 5/20