in everyone

there is
genius in
the clerk
behind the
counter,
the waitress
bent over
with a pot
of coffee,
there is brilliance
in the street
cleaner,
the garbage
collector
and beat cop
with his stick.
there is
glory in
the homeless,
the bum,
the drunk, the
drug slouched
soul,
in the shadow
of an alley.
there is
imagination
in the sick
and dying,
there is
god in everyone,
and everyone
a god, or so,
you'd like
to believe
and hope.