When You Grow Up?A Poem by Bmh09I was waiting on an elevator to go to class.Standing at the
elevator An employee pushes a
vacuum slowly back and forward in an almost hypnotic
motion across the low-pile blue carpet. Now
middle-aged. When she was a child,
what did she want to be when she grew up? If she was able to
travel back in time What would she say to
her younger self? Possibly she finds the
vacuum’s low hum relaxing Or likes the way the
striped lines in the carpet make it look so neat. © 2017 Bmh09 |
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