Starving Hearts
In the imprints of bare feet in the dust,
Adidas in the sand,
under roofs of stars and recycled tin,
ceramic tiles and glass,
lining shiny wooden pews,
yard-sale plastic chairs,
I have seen the same
shriveled
starving
hearts.
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