Dust on the broom
Gerald Harris
It's been carried from cities to towns
kept in its own room
Comes out when dirt is to be removed
It has the best and most accurate view
It's picking up the truth
From where it falls
Where it always ends up
Is below the ceiling
Looking at us all
Swept up and deposited in the bin
Some of it always remains
Stuck and clinging
can't be removed
To the bottom of the broom
Hidden away in a little room
