a man stands on the corner, in fashion most furtive, shifting foot to foot, noting each passerby, he retains, discards, sifting flour for flowers, wheat chaff for pastries, word streams for treasured heated floes
why this corner, why this point?
Here.
Hear is where.
Hear is where the poems gems can be panned, nuggets retrieved, smiles and grimaces projected, laughter & tears mixologyβd, humanity, his, restored, inspired life, restored, for all.