Read Poem: Street Reader, by Michael Foldes

We are on the street reading.
Some stop and listen.
Others look at us staring into space
As if the weather had nothing
More than love to do with it,
Wrapping us in wind and rain
Or sun to applaud
Our simplified meanderings.
Perhaps a change of costume
Would gather more attention.
The audience is particular,
And while we are well-rehearsed,
We are not all that well-dressed.

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