Hessler Street Fair 5-20-06
The vendor's stalls
embody the impermanence
I feel
I hear a lady say
"This is crap. It's all crap"
a voice on the radio
reads my poem
disembodied
hand-painted chartreuse poems
with Modigliani eyes
dayglo my mind
a scruffy dog
leads a blind woman
I follow
untouched
alone
whispering
a prayer.
