Wearing a green and black
pixie cut, she opens the door,
greets us at the campus greasy
spoon, seems genuinely cheery,
happy to see a young married
couple on a Friday afternoon.
We eat burgers, dip cheesy tots
in house-made hot sauce but
before we leave, she paces
to the window beside our table,
adjusts the rectangular, hanging
planter that had been rocking
diagonally so it’s now horizontal,
flush with the sill. I sit still, pay
attention to her attention to detail,
an unremarkable task undertaken
with such care, lambency, this
graceful chore I happened to see.