Water swirls all around in arcs and droplets
The thrum of the motor pauses, proceeds
Hot water pulses against the walls, dishes
Creating a contained waterspout
I appreciate the work this machine does
My hands are not dry and crusty from dishwater
And the sound of the dishes getting clean
Is like music to my ears, and I breathe
Certainly this is a delight I enjoy
Perhaps I am a little spoiled with this service
But I thrill to the notion that I win
The pleasure of putting my feet up to rest
And all of the other work in the house awaits
My attention, if and when I will do it
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