you
already know
me i am
six.pack.rings
strapped to
shoulder.fanny pack
singing to myself
as i stroll
down the street
brushing
fingertips
along
passing
trunks&leaves
dancing
to the rhythm
of the subway
reciting
poetry
to open
ears.sky
leaving my hand
made calling cards
on benches&trains
carrying
wings
through
brooklyn
one cold
winter day
practicing
on a tree stump
we've
already met
struck up
a conversation
in a line.on a train.in a park.in a bar
discussing
the ways
our eyes
mirror
the stars
walked over
the bridge
together
in stride
beam in
each other
smiling
w i d e
i hold you
close in my heart
please
take time
to consider
my art
