the least of these

in the cracks on a sidewalk
under a [pigeon’s] egg
in the middle of a bustling highway
on a church pew
in the eye’s of a [pretender]
in-between the [worms] in the ground
sailing in the clouds
where does “awesome” hide?
in the places you’d least expect it.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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