maid visit

nearly
done after hours
of going
up and down and under.
the maids
are weary.
I've given them more
dust and dirt
than
they're used to.
who knew so many webs
could
form beneath
the beds. so many
places to scrub
that
haven't been scrubbed
and cleaned
in ages.
the house sings
with the smell of cleaning
tonics.
the lemons,
the pine.
the air swims with a
a fragrance
i'm unused to.
a place for everything.
the books so neatly
lined against
one another.
the glasses clean,
the bed made.
when are you coming back
dear maids.
I miss you
already.