mounted in the grime of the metro
and we march on by
like soldiers single-minded on a mission
shutting out their music.
(they're just lazy or poor or
perverted anyway)
but as their worn fingers caress
the strings, they coax
a song of passion
that cannot be simple begging.
are they here to fill
the worn case sprawled at their feet?
or do they perch, close
their world weary eyes,
entertain a callous audience,
to arouse the fire
in their slowly beating hearts?
written nov. 2, 2006
1 comment:
i like this. one recommendation: when you have a comparison, instead of using "like," either use commas or a line break.
ex:
we walk,
soldiers on a single-minded...
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