They met at a home remodeling show <br />At the Baltimore Convention Hall. <br />He was selling floor mops and <br />She demo’d picture hooks. <br /> <br />He said, “It cleans with one swipe.” <br />She said, “You don’t need any nails.” <br />They looked at each other then and thought, <br />Maybe this could work. <br /> <br />He talked to the crowd as he pushed the mop <br />Through the synthetic dirt <br />The handi-mop people had trained him to <br />Sprinkle on the synthetic floor. <br /> <br />She smiled at the crowd as she pushed the hooks <br />Into the square of drywall <br />That her handi-hang assistant propped up <br />While she showed how easy it was. <br /> <br />By 7 o’clock, she was washed out. <br />He wasn’t feeling too sharp. The day was spent. <br />But still, maybe it was too soon to say. <br /> <br />That night they sat on a concrete wall <br />Outside the convention hall. <br />He said, “I’m nothing special. I just do my job.” <br />She was silent, then she said, “I understand. Me, too.” <br /> <br />They looked at each other again, and thought, <br />This will just take some work. <br />He wouldn’t sweep her off her feet, <br />But she could picture them side by side.<br /><br />Kate Richardson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remodeling-3/
