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Mind your feet, please

Mind your feet, please,

she said as she moved

the vacuum toward his

sneakers. The airport

was almost deserted

and under-his-feet

was the last spot

she needed to clean

before she left for the day.

She had vacuumed around him

all night as he slept there,

under the fluorescents

leaning back in the blue seat

at the end of the row

with his cap pulled

over his eyes, peaceful.

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