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May 2023
loitering with intent

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 mixology’d,
humanity, his, restored,
inspired life, restored,
for all.


<2:54 PM Weds May 10>
NYC, and whoever you are…
Nat Lipstadt
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
(M/nyc)   
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   Stephen E Yocum
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