Street Poem: Alternate Reality
Waiting for my number, looking to the streets to give me a pulse.
To give me meaning I waited for a sign, waiting, just me…and my reflection,
here comes “one” a sign for both of us, We need each other. The two of us!
Waking up to a new kind of sleep on the side of a big, red bus.
Unlimited Minutes! I hope that does the trick.