I sat in the airport
watched the faceless woman

she was sweeping
sweeping away

I observed her every move
with her long broomstick
sweeping
sweeping

she stood there
faceless
in a blue jump outfit
faceless

no features were there
just a blackness
an oval black shape
like on a television screen

she was sweeping
sweeping away

I watched carefully
all the other travelers
and passengers
they were faceless too

passing by
rushing
running
faceless
with big black ovals

I watched the woman sweep
sweep away
intrigued
she was feet deep
in what she was sweeping

at the airport
she sweeped
faceless

I had to know
what was she sweeping?
I climbed out of my chair
walked towards the woman
the faceless woman sweeping

I looked down

she was sweeping
all the dead skin
left behind from the
passengers and travelers





© 1997 David Greg Harth
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