A Poem A Day 3.

End of the Affair.

Today I am cleaning,

although it is too hot

for such exertion.

Leaning in the humid air

over steaming suds

I wipe my brow

of sweat, and the crusted

refrigerator shelves

of sticky substances

long overdue.

The air is sultry

and thunder rumbles in the distance.

A change is coming.

In the laundry

I wash his smell

From last night’s linen

The refrigerator gleams.

A feeble breeze stirs the washing,

And I wait for rain.

Kerry Miller