If you come in
The door is open
Sit down
By the window
Squint into the wind
around the evening sun
With your pores
Linger, to see what comes
Await the glass of water
Offered up, for thirsting
For the word
That knows the soul
And has nothing
But the hope on its back
In this deceit, a gilded cage
Lies the clenched heart
calloused by fear
until the compassion
to come
when you decide
2008
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