Here's a poem I published in my anthology, Old Man Walking, in 2021. Cataloging my poems, I rediscovered it a few minutes ago, and just wanted to share, as a change of pace. Enjoy!
Night Stockers
Who sweeps up the spits and chews?
Who repairs old worn out shoes?
Who cleans toilets in the night?
Who restocks after every flight?
Who makes sure that the shelves aren't bare?
The people who were never there.
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