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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