IMPROVISATION#84
A BEAT POET
A beat poet
on the sidewalks
reads to a crowd
shining in a breath
of a windy breeze
there remains
on the graffiti walls
his words
cry out for justice
our eyes watching out
discovering the icicles
in a rain silently
as we hear the trees
speaking on his shadow
of a quickened first light.
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