Grey Matter

At work,

doing the drill,

the everyday routine,

tall, bespectacled, ponytailed,

he pushes a dustbroom at the coffeehouse,

around a not-too-dirty floor,

with care enough,

conscientious staffer,

doing the tasks required of him,

and yet I wonder what engineering

marvels, what artistic masterpieces,

what world-saving discoveries

gestate in silent pools

of thought behind

those eyes.

Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper

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