Accessibility Gate

They say you shouldn’t stare

At those who look different

And everyone did

Who came to the Gate Seven,

 

Images minted like

Coins of other nations

Than that of those lined up

At all the other gates.

 

And people stared as

Their difference, so marked,

Joined with the rest of us

With differences unseen.

 

But as they passed the Gate,

I saw a miracle:

Saw difference disappear,

As for an afternoon

 

All our wealth was mingled.

All us coins together

A stadium filled with

Every kind of treasure.

 

Their faces lost among

The faces in the crowd

Sunlit, squinting to see

How far a ball can go.

 

They say you shouldn’t stare

But how can you not stare

At the most lovely thing

Your eyes have ever seen?


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