sweeping

I sat in the airport

watched the faceless woman

she was sweeping

sweeping away

I observed her every move

with her long broomstick

sweeping

sweeping

she stood there

faceless

in a blue jump outfit

faceless

no features were there

just a blackness

an oval black shape

like on a television screen

she was sweeping

sweeping away

I watched carefully

all the other travelers

and passengers

they were faceless too

passing by

rushing

running

faceless

with big black ovals

I watched the woman sweep

sweep away

intrigued

she was feet deep

in what she was sweeping

at the airport

she swept

faceless

I had to know

what was she sweeping?

I climbed out of my chair

walked towards the woman

the faceless woman sweeping

I looked down

she was sweeping

all the dead skin

left behind from the

passengers and travelers

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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