prayer

old man, dried leather on the side walk,
baked under the noon sun,
as our ritual, i offer my coins to the collection cup,
the momentary rattle nudges him out of his slumber,
“much obligued son.”,
then, he slumps down, his body withers again,
I will continue to walk the straight and narrow,
father has given me my blessing,
I whisper my prayer,
amen

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