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A Death of Early Morning
It is already 5am
and the sleepy broom
belonging to
ole lady Sanka
anxiously awaits her
for it was about
that time
for their
morning tango
cleaning
the front steps
just outside
her home
of 87 years......
Come rain
snow
or sunshine
meeting like that
each morning
she would
beckon him
with curtsey
and oh
how he would
be transformed
from rigid hardware
to Fred Astaire
and passers by
would marvel
at his footwork
but the minutes
turned to hours
this day
and ole lady Sanka
would not be coming
and soon after
a strange man
and his family
showed up
and the sleepy
old straw broom
never danced again...
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