so she is my savior at the car wash, this place I have never been,
a place where you can swipe your credit card and magic bubbles stream
from wands and brushes, where she flitters about the car while I watch
in total amazement.
I have to pause when I place that period at the end of that declaration,
to impress you on the significance of the event.
She knows how to turn a knob which progresses from pre-clean to
scrub, from scrub to rinse, to spot touch rinse, while I wonder what spot
rinse even means. She knows all the tools.
I study the instructions to learn and have yet a deeper appreciation of
this cleaning magician who knows how to do such things, who is ensuring
peace in my household when the guests arrive.
No one will ask me about orbital debris.
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