Classic Poem

Our studio halls
are very dark,
but not so dark
we cannot see
a bent old figure,
every morning,
on the steps
from floor to floor,
sweeping,
dusting,
washing,
scrubbing—
what you call
a janitress.
Good morning,
she says,
Good morning,
say we.
Our studio halls
are very dark,
but not so dark
we cannot see.…