La piedra de la luna clouds in the city chaos…

Too much anger, I suppose.

It feels the rapture of disbelief

the pressure of us clever humans

creating nature from concrete

 

It spies the lover curious about me;

Notices the young rebel opening her legs for a peek;

Feels the idiosyncratic stares from Hamburg

 

And still confused by the gratuity, within this mess,

of the homeless juggler,

the most humble in all of this city.

 

I have brought it from tranquility

and it has dutifully absorbed my spiritual odyssey

waiting patiently to be recharged.

 

 

 

 

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(written with pen on paper)