Streetcleaner

When the Wind Blows

By: Charles Giuliano - Nov 11, 2014

Streetcleaner

That first family trip
With Dad
Standing on the curb
Waiting to cross
Streetcleaner
Snail’s pace
Sweeping
A breeze
Blowing debris
Frantic call for help
People jumping on flying papers
Standing like statues
Waiting for calm
Grazie Mille
Silently moved on
Went back to work
Amazed
Have a cigar Dad said
When in Rome