Mopping the Floors at Yogojoy

5/14/11

Mopping the Floors at Yogojoy

Sliding the wet mop

Over white tiles –

White, save black shoe prints

Stampeding across the floor

And sticky chocolate yogurt –

I think it’s yogurt –

Goo and gunk,

What strange things one may find

At the end of the day.

The night shift is over soon

And the night outside creeps in

Through the windows,

Beckoning with fresh cool breath.

I dip the hairy mop

Back in the bucket –

Soak, squeeze,

And slide.

I hear the wheels of the train

Roll in the night

Outside the windows

And I remember

With a rock in my throat

Three years ago

You died.