
Most mornings she mutters,
or protests her innocence
to coffee stirrers and pitchers of milk.
"I never did.
I never did see her."
But today, adding nine sugars
to her paper cup, Miss Sally is singing,
and her voice is low and strong.
"Be
grateful. Be
grateful. Be
grateful, oh Lord.
Be grateful."
photograph by Mathew Wilson


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