EVERY AFTERNOON

she moves from room to room
emptying the trash bins
sweeping the floors
cleaning the bathrooms
and wearing a look of tolerance
to her lot in life.
and every afternoon
I sit in a hammock
the sun shining down from
a blue sky.
freshly showered
and with a gut full of food
I read a book
and try very hard
with little success
to not stare at her young, round ass
when she bends down
to pick up
a piece of bedding
and fold sit neatly for the next traveler
to sleep on tonight