Once he saved sixty-two percent
of his kindness and caring
and kept it in a carton,
but a decorous sunrise said that
kindness couldn’t be bought
or owned, and caring
only stayed when it was
let loose to be itself.
So he carried the carton
to the meeting of several streets
and set it down
for others to find,
and he felt a little light
flowing out from all things.
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