Not for Sale by Mary Clare Powell

I want to be

as benevolent

as sun —

light giving

way to

other light,

pouring out in

all directions

for any to capture.

Not for sale, and

no one can suck

in all the sun

just because

he has the money.

No one can capture

and package or resell

me, but each being

can receive new rays

every day

in a winding

coupling of

death and

generosity.

from Everyday Ecstasy

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