Sometimes you think you’re washing the area carpet,
Because it’s funky after a winter of warming a black lab’s belly.
Sometimes you would be wrong.
That musty odor, that sheltering carpet, this broken wand washer exist to:
Facilitate a meeting with a neighbor you’ve only waved at for months,
Allow a husband to feel mechanically superior,
Invite a shy friend to approach.
Carpets really are for magic.
Imagine if I’d gone for the berber.