Some wrote their names ritualistically as a reminder they had been there

if only as passers-by mocking the film that dulled the shine

Others had no idea what they peered upon,

Lacking note, other than to wonder why it was on display at all

There were those who knew what they looked upon and chose not to wipe away the dirt.

Others shrugged in their knowing and told themselves, “Tomorrow.”

On it went through life, each day dirtier than the next.

Until mercy came to lay its hand upon it allowing the wind to blow it from the sight of all.

No one had ever stopped to wipe the dust from the edges of the soul.

Photo Credit: Jen Pollack Bianco

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