Charity

Never noticed in the busy room,
the cleaner gathers, mops, carts away
torn and cut, discarded clothes
some to police and some
she takes from the great waste bin
to wash, dry, iron
and cut.

Squares like leaves drowning her chair.
The TV mumuring.
Precise stitches
joining square to square,
making whole
a pattern of loss.

Prisoners sleep beneath donated quilts.

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