Opening scene
not Verona but a city
between invisible tears
and discounted books

My heart set on fire
by your instant joy
about printed letters
and amazing words

Between yiddish writers
and russian poets
a little red book
by an english man

Let’s hope their story
isn’t ours, not a drop
but their hearts
are welcome, please

… and again
your joy
a delight
and a fiery heart

7:53 AM
on the way
to work

A Girl
from outta time
covered in a blanket

Just a cheap
just a dirty
blanket

Wearing it
like a shell
for protection

Wild hair
dirty face
dirty bare feet

Eyes down
frightened look
searching for cover

Image of her
sticking
klicking
in my mind

Ragged
wild
neglected

What happened?