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Poetry

03/08/2017

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The Homeless Cup

The stained coffee cup
lies open mouthed
beside your old running shoes
and your faded jeans are
torn and dirty now
as you huddle
beyond the tossed coins
with no place else
but these stone steps
to lay your head.

What will it take to
fill your cup with hope
beyond the brim,
so that light can push
the darkness back?

Perhaps dropping
the threads of fear
woven deep within
the coats of identity
that allow us to
stride by untouched
by this station
of the cross.

By Michael Dallaire