Social Undistancing

Caught up
in my own head
checking my list off
before imposed curfew
nearly passed you by
perching quietly on the curb
your prosthetic leg
propping your heavy head
Plucking at my loose change
I knelt beside you
and finally saw the tears
in your worn eyes
my loose change paling
to the widow's mite
Then you horrified me
sliding onto the pavement
pressing your hands together
you bowed to me
Why should you bow to me
who has too much
and can do so little
to right the injustice
that keeps us apart
I must bow to you
Forgive me

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