Sunday, May 2, 2010

hitchhiker

if angels were fishes
and fishes were wishes
and wishes were horses,
beggars would ride.
and i'm sure we could catch a ride with them if we needed;
beggars are really very generous people,
probably because they've got nothing to hide
and
nothing to give;
well, "nothing," that is,
except things real, things uncaptive,
the things you'd expect to find on your way to wherever,
things 
things like dust

and love

and dirty pennies

and boxes of baby clothes nobody wanted to look at after emily died.

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