Copyright 2000, Sara Zwern

Swept Away   He swept in circles Like leaves dancing On summer cement, Deep in his unseen world -- A world of sublime beauty Known only to him.   The cars whisked by In their mechanical indifference, Unaware of the tender touch That adorned their busy path. For what seemed like forever He lovingly minded His sacred domain, Blending so effortlessly That one could Hardly sense his presence.    Then came the Shattering words -- "We can't Afford you anymore." "Surely there are Myriad places To perform your Mundane task."

He swept with even Greater joy and intensity. "Didn't you hear me? We can't Afford you anymore."   Slowly he reliquished His treasured whisk, Never to see it again, And sauntered Sorrowfully away -- Away from his secret Place of beauty.