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Giuseppe at the Getty

There’s a pigeon by the pillars

Pecking back at what I throw

And yet, he knows not of my debt

While bobbing to my dough

 

I’m Giuseppe at the Getty

And I haven’t got a dime

Just one beat case

And weathered face

To show for tickin’ time

 

There’s a woman in the garden

With a crown of cracking corn

Smiling wide for all the glass-eyed guests

Who treat her reign with scorn

 

I’m Giuseppe at the Getty

And this is what I see:

A world that don’t know down from up

And pays to pass what’s free

 

There’s a couple snapping pictures

With a lens above loose bread

Communing over comments

As they break a different thread

 

I’m Giuseppe at the Getty

And as each day goes by,

I see a little more of man

And wonder, “Does he cry?”

 

-Amy Struthers

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