we give
selectively.
money or love,
affection.
sometimes we're dry.
our love
well is shallow.
whether work or weather,
or some
fatigue
has set in.
the man on the corner
with a tin,
how much can I give,
can I write
him a check
and have him disperse
it
among everyone.
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