Mar 2014
Oblivious
to the scurrying feet,
moving to and fro,
sweeping furiously
to clean
his own
little part of the world,
toothless & smiling
wider than the cracks
on his brushed-artwork.
to the scurrying feet,
moving to and fro,
sweeping furiously
to clean
his own
little part of the world,
toothless & smiling
wider than the cracks
on his brushed-artwork.
A tribute to the global network of street sweepers.
(GRB090423)
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