An old broom knows where the dirt is.



Has seen it all.
Explored every seamy side
seam opening.

Been there.
Wise to the floor plan.

Knows what cracks always
need the sideways brushing action
to draw away
accumulated gunk.

Can see right through you.

Hides and seeks.
Seeks and finds.

Has no answers
but does illuminate the questions.

Can teach so much.

With handle, shaft and bristle cap
comes to lecture hall every day.
Returns to private office
in self-named closet.

Knows the fantasies occupying the dreamer
while each frond gets busy.
Invites apprentices
to join third shift
in nightlong
magical neuron release
whisking it all away.

Has a way of showing places
we’ve stopped looking.

Brought out
with nowhere else to place it
leaves you,
there to face it.


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