'Notice'

'Notice'
  by BuddyBlack 2015

   

 

Someone

   Is sweeping,

I hear the

   Swooshing

Of the broom.

 

Swooshing,

   Sweeping, the dirt is

Heaping

   Into little mounds

In the corner

   Of the room.

 

Misplaced dirt

   Is being

Found

   And it billows

All around,

   Swept and herded,

It’s being saved,

   And placed in lost and found.