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.