Beggar’s
Dream
Disc so pale and flat in gray winter
sky—sun gone moon
in peaceful haze
of day-night-day, floating
shyly to view receding
behind drifting flakes—
a beggar’s dream
in wan tumbling light,
scuffed dime now glimpsed
now gone—glad
fleeting ghost
of unearned, unhoped-for keeping.
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