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Sidewalk Poet

You give the topic—
I asked for a poem about
being a sidewalk poet
When the poet handed it back,
I felt that true poem tingle

My friend said, with authority
Poems are supposed to be Read Out Loud
so I let him, holding out this freshly-hatched magic.
All was well until he finished and asked the air
Well, what does that even mean?

It means that for a minute
I lost my daily battle to be
more open-minded and forgiving
towards those who see the world
differently than me

It Means It’s A Poem,
is what I wanted to shout
but didn’t

One response »

  1. Too good. Had to read it twice thrice, to grasp completely what those lines wanted to express.

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