upon the mount…

no calls
for alms
no cans
for coins
he stood
a man of 
just straw
dressed in scarecrow clothes
with  tears  flowing from eyes
asif to irrigate the hope within
his heart
looking
finding
just me
a   fool
and he
knew i
was not
so wise
as to
understand
his cries to share a tear
so said to me… to share a tear
is to care about others as much i
cared about my own loves in this life