no different
is the man
with a shovel
bent on the road
moving dirt,
than he in a pressed
suit, walking
to work
in a building.
no different is
the woman who brings
to your
table, eggs
and coffee.
than she who writes
a novel.
each wants in his
or her
world some
notice of respect.
a gentle nod
towards
their goodness
in what they do,
and who they are.
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