Connie Pachecho Poet Etheree

I Gave Alms To a Needy Person

I gave alms to a needy person



Her
voice cracked,
thank you, sir.
She hid the alms
like it's a fine dream.
She wore the filthy streets,
her face, baring the burdens
of her flight in life. I could see.
But what can I do? I can smell death.
But what can I do? I let her voice speak.

connie pachecho

2/2/17

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