resurgent

scrub, scrub
the wood fizzes and bubbles; pops with a fierce vehemence
choking and gurgling
lathering
no scent of sweet apples and spice
but coarse astringent rubber

determined to scrub, scrub
the callouses sing in a lusty chorus
with the convicted cry
of a blender twice broken

the lithe reedy emeralds wink
from within the confines
of their lucent jewelcase

i lift my hand (wearily)
to the dripping forehead

the symphony ceases - for the brief interval
i pause my labour