The conventions were over
in both Cleveland and Philadelphia….
The balloons filled with air
came floating down….
The halls were emptying out.
On TV I spotted a cleaning woman
with a broom like handle
with some kind of a metal nail
or needle at its point
sticking it too the balloons -
bursting them - letting the hot air all out.
I couldn’t see her face. Was
she laughing at the metaphor
or was she worrying about
how little she was getting paid
to sweep all this stuff up - the now
deflated balloons, the signs,
the cleaning up and getting ready
for the next…? The TV people
were still interviewing the folks
with the names. Nobody noticed her.
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016