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The Visit

I walked the block today

past the corner barbershop

with speakers over the front

door that played the music

of our world and made

walkers stand quietly to

ponder thickly the past

year like it was another

time. wandering in dreams

was the stained-glass window

on the big church familiar

to the mothers who work

like servants downtown

from five to nine each

day for little kids who should

not spend a lifetime on these

streets. I walked past the

coughing windows with the

shades pulled up, inside the

people filled with love’s highest

longing, pitched broken English

to others on the sidewalk who

planned to spend the night chasing

hope to all the corners for the

sake of the bitter, the shivering, the

wretched, and overlooked poor.