The top of our recycle bin was bent.
I thought we’d need replacement, and I’d call,
but then somebody fixed it – someone meant
a spot of sense and kindness after all.
And then I left a purchase at the store –
a perfect avocado missed my pack.
The clerk chased after me, and showed me more
than produce as she smiling gave it back.
And yesterday I saw two tradesmen climb
to unattach the neighbor’s ugly screens,
replacing them in 15 minutes time
with less offensive versions – all which means
that courtesy’s alive and not as stressed
as news reports and pessimists suggest.