On the floor
In the corner
Sits a paper
bag.
Cards, notes, bills, pamphlets.
One year and lots of hoops; cancer gone.
Now I sing and dance in the sunshine with my friends.
Except...
When a stranger reaches out in need I grasp their hand.
Because of
A paper
bag
In the
corner
On the floor.
by Nana
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