The Side of the Road
By Dawn Schout
You are relief from cement, stones,
a soft place to land,
trod only by shoes, no youthful bare feet.
You may not be decorated
with daisies, but you'll get
other gifts: the first
slice of bread, apple cores,
empty boxes,
sweat from runners,
flavorless gum, strands
of hair longer than grass,
spit, words we no longer want
to read, bandages holding blood,
all we have to offer,
these little pieces of us.
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