He listens carefully to the recounting of symptoms,
performs some preliminary tests, 
and they discuss options for treatment.

A clean cloth is laid out at his side, with a
tidy row of tools he will use to 
perform the operation

He selects the appropriate instruments, 
and sets to work. 
Prep, syphon, excavate the offending material,
rinse, close, seal. 

“All done,” he says, washing up at the sink
with anti-microbial soap.
“I fixed the leak, cleared out the s-trap, 
and replaced some worn washers.
Your toilet should work fine now.” 

“Oh, thanks, man,” says the homeowner to the plumber. 
“You saved my life.” 

It’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Day Three prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be.