the least of us

the least
of us, are still here.
pushing
carts
in the parking lot.
shoveling,
cutting
grass, or throwing
bags
into the back
of wide mouthed trucks.
the shadow
workers, sweeping,
in the buildings
at night.
we too are full of art,
poetry,
music
and light.
the least of us,
are still here.
you just don't see us,
but we are.