I must be the only woman here
with an orange tucked into her handbag,
adjusting my Christian priorities
as the tramp squats in the narthex.
His manner of taking takes me aback –
no word of thanks, the hasty way he stashes it
in his grimy rucksack, a thief
in possession of treasure.
It wasn’t the choicest fruit,
but the one I wanted least. Minutes ago,
I took the host, yet fail to even recall it,
preoccupied with my alms.
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