Sweet Scrub

Her smooth fingers
Coat a car windshield
With sun-kissed cream.
Dipped in butter soap,
Sponges soak up dirt,
Reveal the lost glimmer.
She sprays hose-water
Like an April shower,
Onto the glossy hood.
Her shiny reflection
Meanders in droplets
Down metallic doors.
Froth tickles her toes
As a bubble of delight
Escapes from pink lips;
It frolics with soapsuds,
Dancing to the melody
Of her sweet laughter.