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Heaven
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
1
Who knows where we’re really from, all that matters is that we’re
here now and the rhythm of life coming out of our fingers
is beautiful
11
this world is falling fast
crazy grey blue skies
sweat
like droplets of blue rain
beneath my feet
can you taste the
sweet air
i’m still
here
Her Two Cents
I consider some of the people who leaves poetic offerings on Craigslist as renegade artists – anonymous, fleeting, and without concern for monetary value or popularity. While I love finding and collecting these pebbles of creative thought, I sometimes wonder what the average missed connections visitor (someone looking to see if they’ve been “missed” or writing a standard note in search of another) thinks when they come across a piece of poetry like this one. Do they ever decide to keep the pebble for their own, turning it around and over in their mind until it’s polished into a shiny new gem?
