ll!Jan L. Gruenewalb 

On an €.bucation 
Greasy prints you left 
on the glass 
doors, on the desk by the window, 

won't be there tomorrow? 

Half-full paper 
cups of cold coffee, 
leaves that came 
in with your shoes, is it all 

gone tonight? 

Inching toward 
the exit, the desk 
left scratches on the floor, so deep-

what of those? 

Aman, 
his silent mop 
in figure 
eights will leave 
no streak, what power-

what power he has. 

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