The Unfamiliar Love of the Broom and the Mop.
Closing time has never been so lonely
one by one the lights are lost
and the nervous tapping of her fingertips
makes music in this vacant room.
The janitor comes
and the dance of mop and man begins
in the shadows it is more elegant
than satin sheets and ivory skin.
Closing time has never been so beautiful
the echoes of heels on hardened floors
create a tempo that sets a pace
and eyes are met with quickened breath.
She had felt so brushed off
as if stray hair on a face
only to realize
she was about to be swept away.
Have Faith.
- Mal
- "Tell me a story—a small story, a true story (or as true as you can tell it)—a story from your heart, a story from your life. Tell me of a time when you lost something—your keys, your heart, your mind, your mother or father, your way in the world—or tell me about a small joy you had today. Tell me a story—and your telling it will change you—and your telling it will change me—and such stories will move us both closer to the light." -Lynn Nelson
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