Inspired by the idea of the nobility of everyday people trying to find meaning and dignity in ordinary surroundings

With her hair tied up behind her With a pastry wrapped in plastic Underneath the bland fluorescent Humbly stands receiving blessing Receiving little, but such great value Pigeons gather round like angels Heaven waits through casement windows In the grime, the shape of truth If it hides a shaft of sunlight then there must be something there Grimy windows, salty residue coat the objects of despair Empty plastic, here is content, here is food for thought and frame District beaches, cafeterias, all are different, all the same Sunburnt child skin twisting forward Sandy driftwood overhanging Clever sighs, dismissive eyelash Spots the empty plastic pouch Filmy grains, a torn-out corner Nothing left to give a meaning As the eye turns to the blue sea Meaning's all escaped once more If it hides etc.