(written Spring 2009)
Poets On The Street
People strolling about, vendor to vendor.
People clustered about, table to table.
People eating and drinking, beer to oysters.
People listening to many musics, jazz to pop.
People mill in two directions, west-east to east-west.
People babbling incessantly loud, blah-blah to blah-blah.
People in numbers too large for three poets
with word and song from heart and soul
to drown out the insanities
of the sane and tame
Wait! What's that?
The road is barricaded!
The police stand close by!
Poets on the street?
Are we sure of what they say?
Do they have wild thoughts?
Wild with pain, love, comfort
Dare I listen, dare I walk away, dare I scream?
"Poets on the street!"
Disheartened, the poets three re-grouped.
Unconquered, the poets three tried again.
Undaunted, the poets three were relentless.
But then, what matters in all of this,
Three we are and three we will be in all
We three went home to a home that was not home to two
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