that ordinary short, stout woman
on the transit platform is not short of prosperity
or, the charity that cares to share grace
she carries in plenty making her plump
she, that extraordinary angel
walks the extra mile like raphael
to make me, a tobias prosperous as i pause
from journey to carefully consider
that ordinary thin and tall young man
on the pedway, too, is another seraph to guide
me in my lost ness making my city
filled with loveliness to spoon it out
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