Scraps are covered in scribbles
About things and people
Seen through street café windows and doors
As a pulsing brew of sound and colors
With all walks of life walking on their way
Passing through the contemplative gaze
Of the poet piecing words on paper napkins.
About things and people
Seen through street café windows and doors
As a pulsing brew of sound and colors
With all walks of life walking on their way
Passing through the contemplative gaze
Of the poet piecing words on paper napkins.
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