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Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Collect Politics

Collect Politics
This moment was a gift
It was meant to be
I stole it
I lifted it, from the collection plate
When the offering came my way

This moment was a gift
It was never meant for me
To take
Walk away with, fake
There never was another, better collection
          Of dreams

In this moment of gift
Representations of hope
Clutches of coins, rolls of bills, cheques
Filling envelopes like dreams

Each, moment a gift
A collection of conscience
They are like votes
Given, counted and redirected in an instant