Poem (People are appearing)

 


Poem (People are appearing)


New people are appearing in front of me

And I think about possible colors for a new

Sweatshirt. Midnight blue? That way I can

Walk in the night and be one with the uni-

verse. I’d better roll up my pant legs. I like

the way that guy over there is clutching 

His iPhone like a Jedi wand. But this an

airport and now I notice his name is Keith

Usher and he. Has a badge and must

Be security, or something like that . By

the way I am disgusted with open carry

Laws, which sure don’t make me feel

safe. Au devoir to the islands.

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