World Poetry Day.
NYC subway.
A poet writing poems for change.
He wrote this one
for me
(for $3):
Revisiting life
till eyes see past shame
thoughts can not rest simply on love
and pain becomes reassuring
As all the pattern of birds
Speak just as clear as words
And symmetry is the only thing
the mind will believe
Not because it is beautiful
But because it has reflected
upon both sides.
Lynn Gentry. Union Sq. About What Means to Be a Poet.
