CONTACTLESS
Inside a church
laid off hands and better halves
buy favours in the righteous aisles.
Outside a store
a thin blanket woven from hope
dreams a frail woman.
Above them all
the air sings in the low evening.
Wishes collide with cash transactions,
accumulating.
Falling like pennies to light
unturned corners everywhere.
As we watch the darkness grow, no one touches.
Tony Noon
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