a steady supply of singers
songwriters buskers and dancers
a shortage of accompaniment
readers snall change and steps
a melodious air of sorrows
entropy usefulness and delight
a shortage of handkerchiefs
space horizons and encounters
this entire (knows if a smile
suggests tragedy broken glass
betrays midnight solitary is
the last aran wicker basket
weaver the busker’s very first
coin dangled like bait in his
upturned hat an atlantan breeze
against an invisible harp string
