The Street Cleaner - Corlene Van Sluizer

[Larry Robinson]

The Street Cleaner
 
She had a purpose
Cleaning the streets
Some days it was dirt
Some days it was trash
And some days it was 
Rose petals
From the funeral marches
Strewn on the road
By insane mothers and fathers
Who lost their sons and daughters
Infants and grand-children 
To war
 
She heard the voices
Which arose from the dead
Bodies never buried
 
With her broom in hand
She dutifully
Made circles of rose petals
In the quiet places
To honor them
A touch of beauty
She thought
In this time of darkness
Then she moved on
Her palm frond broom in hand
Cleaning
 
	- Corlene Van Sluizer
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