NEW WRITING ON JUSTICE
Think
positive
says
the
janitor
as
it
begins
as
a
thread
spreads
light
across
the
desks
like
a
wet
cloth.
Always ready and
willing
as if to never collect
dust.
Oh! How I shine, as
if
my reflection is my boss.
Danny P. Barbare has recently been published in The Aurorean, Plainsongs, Ottawa Arts Review, Writer’s Block, Fredericksburg Literary & Art Review, among others. He attended Greenville Technical College. He lives in the Upstate of the Carolinas with his wife and family and small dog Miley.
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