Comfort Zone

[Mwaba don]

Her smile sagged
the same way a crooked
painting forces you to notice it.
 
I watched her relax while I ate egg salad
and mulled over the days business;
a leaf landed in her hair as she napped
on the bench beneath a nearby oak.
 
The air was crisp and her mouth was a kettle at tea time;
I wanted a cup.
 
Lunchtime ended, and I was late getting back to work.

Nice poem, sounded unique to me. The manner of arrangement was a little bit off for me.
I thought the first stanza should have come second and the second stanza should have come first because
it thought the second stanza was a good background to why her smile sagged.
The second stanza was good to read it created a good image.
I loved the flow of the poem and it creates.
The combination of the lines of the 3rd stanza was amazing. It puts you in the situation. Thanks for the lovely poem.