Pawn Shop
In the part of town where you walk with your eyes down(focused on the broken glass beneath your feet
because it's better than looking around at the city street)
I passed the Pawn Shop, and by chance that day I glanced
inside the brown-stained cracking front window--
and half-hidden there, nearly out of sight, just below
the glass pane that I stood at, there sat
the saddest thing I have seen to this day;
on a shelf by itself, pawned dignity was on display.
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