because you know us so well,
your food truck is stocked
with grace for those who
have been rejected by family,
with hope for all who drag
their weary souls behind them,
with justice for the ones
dumped by the side of the road
by all the platitude mouthing privileged,
with love which can ease the acid
taste of hate sitting in the pit
of everyone's stomach,
to those who walk the valleys of death,
you hand cups of life with a guarantee
of free refills through all time,
and somehow, for every single
one of us, the bill seems
to have mysteriously disappeared.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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