March 16, 2011
Blue everywhere
Paint that lost its home
When the can
Met the floor

I watch
As people who know
The desperate one
Don't look twice

Slowly I ask
If help is wanted
And the llok of relief
Is not even hidden

Carefully two strangers
Work together
Mopping the floor
Like old friends

As we work
A simple smile
Tells me
Thanks me

A stranger's help I realize
Carries more meaning
Gives you more hope
In the world

Others drift over
And the paint disappears
As quickly as the warmth grows

When all is clean
We nod goodbye
Go our separate ways
That once intertwined

Suddenly I see
Blue footprints
In my wake

I wipe away
All traces of the blue
On the floor

But nothing
Can ever wipe away
The traces of blue
On my soul

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