Sunday Poem: “Housework”


Ironing my wrinkle-free shirt,

I follow the puddle left behind

by the drip-free steam iron.


In the sink, the non-stick frying pan

soaks in warm water

to remove the burnt omelette

fused to its bottom.


And I still haven’t figured out

how to clean the rust

from the stainless steel BBQ grill.


(Editor’s note: poet Shai Ben-Shalom, an Israeli-born biologist, examines current events in the Blacklock’s tradition each and every Sunday)

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