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Thank You

One must fall so far to see such beauty
My envy lies with the homeless
It is born of a thousand fallen souls
Not weeping for lack of strength
warming their hands over the subway grate
these saints in tattered hand me downs and lost and founds
they light up my world like times square
with every grubby, mangled hand a light on the Eiffel tower
every rancid soup kitchen meal a star in the sky
trash-bag blankets hug like angel's wings
usher us all through the night


call it cruel and selfish
call it cold and insensitive
or call it what it is
gratitude

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