We Walk - Poem by Hakeem Rahim
In the spirit of Cousteau,
carrying bags and all-
4 degrees Fahrenheit plus wind chill
but 6 degrees of separation,
is what detaches us from your humanity.
breathe God’s child.
We all God’s children,
yet the saved pass by
on this cold night.
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