After the Show

And so, as the curtain falls –
ending the carefully orchestrated play,
– all has lost the tangy spotlight
to the grey shroud as the janitor
sweeps the remains into perfect piles
– not too far from every corner.

He stops his vigilant feet and
stares at the floor – at the creaky
wood planks – he find two boards,
that used to lie closest together,
— had sprung
and left a crack – into which his
dirt sifted quietly.  Instinctively he
thought to scrape the crevice clean
but realized that by letting it
fill – even with dust – it would
eventually make a stronger floor.

Eric W Hinton

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