I have respect
for those who beg on street corners
asking strangers for spare coins.
I consider them little Buddhas
with their outstretched hands
representing a rice bowl.
I’d gladly give
my last dollar
to one of these forgotten castoffs
before I’d throw
my lot in
with the high priests of this fallen world.
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