Monday, March 30, 2020
But the bottle caps
and other scraps
will have their day.
Bits of fabric
a life-or-death currency.
And the power suit for
the horse's ass
hemorrhaging casino coins.
They will toss their gold
into streets.
One day a child will
look at daffodils,
see in them something
no one has ever seen
before in the history
of the world, and the God
of history will rejoice.
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