Friday Poetry the Sixth
Washington Square Park - NYC
People
Flowing in currents. Swirling, billowing down sidewalks.
Caught in eddies gathered around performers.
People
Still. Immobile. Watching, sketching, leering, dozing. Being.
Taking pictures, playing chess, playing catch, running dogs, strolling babies.
Alone in introverted thought. Close knit: alone as a couple. Alone in a watchful daydream. Alone as part of a crowd.
A river of sounds: talking (language one), guitars jangling, laughing, mumbling, talking (language two), singing, barking, hollering, talking (language ten)...
People swirling.
Conversations mingling.
Activities overlapping.
Everyone known.
Every one heard.
Every one witnessed.
Everyone loved.
Every. One. Loved.
People
Flowing in currents. Swirling, billowing down sidewalks.
Caught in eddies gathered around performers.
People
Still. Immobile. Watching, sketching, leering, dozing. Being.
Taking pictures, playing chess, playing catch, running dogs, strolling babies.
Alone in introverted thought. Close knit: alone as a couple. Alone in a watchful daydream. Alone as part of a crowd.
A river of sounds: talking (language one), guitars jangling, laughing, mumbling, talking (language two), singing, barking, hollering, talking (language ten)...
People swirling.
Conversations mingling.
Activities overlapping.
Everyone known.
Every one heard.
Every one witnessed.
Everyone loved.
Every. One. Loved.
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