Did I Miss a Bit?

By Courtney Conrad

for Stephen Hill and Karen Smith


We come in the wee hours or at night.
Rustling hazmat suits and snapping gloves
dividing rooms by the hours.
Faces tight from concentration;
steady hands and unblinking eyes mixing chemicals;
squeezing sponges and mops like juice boxes.
We polish desks like car hoods,
rebound apple stalks beside bins,
sweep lipstick stained masks.
Our cloths, brooms and trollies whisking danger away.
We scrub our crevices before piling into our vans.
We are two weeks from retirement; six months
from graduation; sixteen hours from shelf stacking.

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gila
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gila
2 months ago

Thank you to the “essential workers” who were once invisible, but now are heroes.

jac carley
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2 months ago

a great tribute to the true unsung. Ending particularly good.

Todd Matson
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Todd Matson
2 months ago

Oh my God Courtney, all the unsung heroes “whisking danger away.” Beautiful! Thank you for this!

Janet Howcroft
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Janet Howcroft
3 months ago

I enjoyed this poem. Loved the first two lines, particularly. You recreate a certain atmosphere very well.

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