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Let us imagine, we write together! You come for a visit, From Germany, the Philippines, Singapore, India, Nepal, even from industrial Leeds, Bring me some Aussies and some Kiwis, Green Tennessee, Nevada City (Ca?), the Canadian Plains Hampshire & Haverford, where the H's get lost, Even London, where everything is pensive expensive! Cannot forget Minnesota, hotbed of poets restless. If you are crosstown, let's meet on the Great Lawn in Central Park, by Shakespeare's castle, Let us turn my, now our, town into a belle-ville! Side by side, Stride for stride, Manhattan, we connive As our source, spring waters For inspiration. You come to me not as tourist, But as explorer. Ever-after twenty blocks, Movement ceased, halted, The mile, approximately travelled, We then stop-sit. Park bench, museum steps, bus stop, Street curb, ok ok, Starbucks! We each write a poem. Exchange fluid words. No proceeding until each have Completed composing. That's the rule. A poem per mile. I see this lovely island, As home, The sidewalk cracks, my veins, The harshest of noises, my siren harmonies, The dirt, my soul food. But you, fresh eyes for me to Discover what's been missed, for Familiarity breeds cataracts, Clouds the visionary. I need you beside me To be my teacher To see my city Anew.
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Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
A poem per mile
Let us imagine, we write together! You come for a visit, From Germany, the Philippines, Singapore, India, Nepal, even from industrial Leeds, Bring me some Aussies and some Kiwis, Green Tennessee, Nevada City (Ca?), the Canadian Plains Hampshire & Haverford, where the H's get lost, Even London, where everything is pensive expensive! Cannot forget Minnesota, hotbed of poets restless. If you are crosstown, let's meet on the Great Lawn in Central Park, by Shakespeare's castle, Let us turn my, now our, town into a belle-ville! Side by side, Stride for stride, Manhattan, we connive As our source, spring waters For inspiration. You come to me not as tourist, But as explorer. Ever-after twenty blocks, Movement ceased, halted, The mile, approximately travelled, We then stop-sit. Park bench, museum steps, bus stop, Street curb, ok ok, Starbucks! We each write a poem. Exchange fluid words. No proceeding until each have Completed composing. That's the rule. A poem per mile. I see this lovely island, As home, The sidewalk cracks, my veins, The harshest of noises, my siren harmonies, The dirt, my soul food. But you, fresh eyes for me to Discover what's been missed, for Familiarity breeds cataracts, Clouds the visionary. I need you beside me To be my teacher To see my city Anew.
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nat-lipstadt
99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC
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