Street Sweeper Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

Another summer’s June has found me
Sooner than my exhalation of yesterday
And I have no one
Fading in and out of my strokes
Bending and forcing the corners
Never soft and so unevenly stained….
These bristles and street stones
Of Singapore and Neptune
Dragging and pulling
Each without destination….
Never clear…to the next crosswalk gazer
Blurring past my grunts and motion
Making my memories fond of the dancing sounds
And twilight shadows that play beneath the unwavering sun
They have become my gentle belongings
These distant and intimate steps of strangers and season
These glowing distractions of memoir and gossip
Painting and writing my biography
Listing no name or date
Without childhood nor color
I am her keeper of avenue and boulevard