Talk about peculiar, but there is
a guy who sits all day on the curb
at the world’s busiest corner.
As people dash to avoid each other
the rush of the mob will often converge
and mash against him with frumpy faces.
As the crowd stands captivated by the light,
he entices them with a country smile
and opens a divertimento piece
with the little lyric he recites.
Extending this gentle gift he sings,
the melody in the song he breathes,
he charms the crowd until the changing light
releases the winged poems into flight.
A fun little piece I made up yesterday on a rainy day.