The rich man doesn’t notice
The carpets of the hotel lobby
After a while. He doesn’t see
The people who cleaned them.
They remain invisible to him
As he glides along in his illusion.
The poor man wonders whether
Cleaning the edges of the carpet
Would be sufficient. After all, he
Knows them in every state, filthy
And immaculate, and knows it is
His choice too what to perceive.