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
