Dishwasher

Dishwasher

I have to test the dishwasher – so much
has been delivered damaged or installed
with leak, without a level, or with such
a gap I can’t ignore. I’m not appalled,
upset; it’s not a shock or a surprise
that builders are too busy or unsure.
But noticing what bothers ears and eyes,
and making fine adjustments, is a pure
objective satisfaction, like a tune
composed of perfect pitch and melody.

I’m sorry you’re distracted. I assume
you’re just too occupied with stress to be
appreciating fit with sense and brain.
I’ll heed machine routine and check the drain.

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