the broom bristles as I enter the kitchen,
giving me a look like you wouldn’t believe
leaning so casually by the open door.
platters and plates peek from the cupboard,
rattling nervously as the bubbles burst in the sink
where the pails are filling with soapy water.
wooden chairs tap their feet
as if they had somewhere to go-
straightening their backs
when I glance in their direction.
each dish, broom and chair
hums a tune
watching for a shadow in the hall
where, with mop and bucket in hand,
I wait on the stair
for the next apprentice to clock in.
*** a take on the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, the wonderful old Disney classic for the dVerse prompt.
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