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A Shrouded Debt

 

 

 

 

 

The sycamore tree
a cloud of waving hands
invites attention
and is no place to hide
a tax official
whose ledgers leaves suggest
routine habits of
creative accounting

Unless, of course, the 
breath of very heaven
taxes qualms springing
him from his comfort zone
so that higher ground
is claimed on earth below
unveiling Eden
the balance justified

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