Psalms

Without arms outstretched for alms,

His can lay there empty.

A child alights his bike,

Slips his hand into his pocket,

Then drops a coin for the beggar.

I walk past

My wallet,

much like that can

Bare.

Three of us

on that sidewalk

Thought of singing along—

As the sun readily sets

music to their singing of Psalms.


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