POEM: BEGGAR

In the fringes
Begging for light
With rocks in hand
And the earth in sight

Everyone
With lifted faces
Passes me
In barren spaces
Like an offering plate
Moves through a closed church

I disappear
Filled with want
The stones I gathered
Like junk mail
Showed me that at least nature
Bubbled up a rubble response
Granite rolling, shale shared help

At least junk mail
Shows my presence
Tether tugging
Asking for a dollar

As if begging beggars
Brought wealth
As if hating haters
Opened blinds
For the light of love
To reveal infinite worth

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