Saturday, August 17, 2019
Cleaning
You'd almost think a storm was coming,
the way he stands behind me,
tail down,
or lies despondent on the kitchen floor.
But it's the vacuum and the broom that have him worrying.
A house this clean can only mean one thing:
that we are leaving--
never to return?
August 17 2019
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment