There is a woman
who works cleaning
tables, not serving
tables, nothing so
glamorous as giving
people food. No.
Only garbage,
trash and liquids
cold and heavy
carafes of lukewarm
coffee grace her
hands. Yet she
cut her hair off
her splendid hair
to give to those
with cancer,
donated her
glory to bring
joy and normalcy
to lives afflicted.
I have fallen
in love with
her. I am
so much in love
I am blind
with longing.
♥