The Poet

It was like music
He could say
Like no one
Before
A new language
created
Flowing, Swirling
New Rhythms
Each time
Each word
Lingered there
And caught the ear
of every person
Passing by
Moving along
To a new place in the world
While he stood there on the street
Corner of the World
South 10th and E

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