#213 A figure
The children in the dust
sailors stumbling from a boat
boys on a fence along a street
girls in trees or high high windows
figures in the distance dancing
children fighting over rules in a game
rules in a game that hang men on gallows
Rain that walks all over roofs
money taken and taken again
women holding placards
miners blinking out of sodden faces
The millions in the banks
and the millions on the banks
someone coming home at last
without a coin or word to give to anyone
but coming home
by walking down a road in sunlight plain as prayers
Beggars wanting almost nothing
though it feels like everything
As the slow day goes away
in a doorway stands a waiting figure—
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