Friday, February 10, 2017

street poetry

I inhale a world,
budding with inv
isible actors, tel
ling their story,
whispering motio
nless, I watch the
ir movements, at
times quiet, at ti
mes violent. I list
en to their words
without letters,
only life  I am he
re, on this stage
too, a part of this
show, a breath of
this life.