STREET THEATRE:

 

Watched an old oak frozen in the stance of it’s last dance 

like a Shinjuku grotesque from a Daido Moriyama photograph – 

street dancers staggering between traffic in black & white.

Wandered around in the dark at 2:00am searching for sleep.

Typed letters to friends where it was still yesterday & nearly 

tomorrow. Found a quiet place away the taunts of sleepers 

breathing rhythms, made a nest of blankets & a rendezvous 

with exhausting dreams. 

 

(K)