Scent of Domesticity

The word for a scent strikes a match.
A light memory burns from a Friday
Morning with a flame of potential-
A chore alight with prideful domesticity.

Hazy waves of appreciation hover around comfy,
Smoky vision.
Sentimentality rooted in someone else’s imposition,
Adapts for the individual and the masses.

The smolder clears as the senses seek the present.

Saturdays are for cleaning, or not.
Simple vinegar and water will do.
The smell makes children sick.