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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