a descent into poetry insanity |
| I was here! Let me shout-- to share my joy with everyone. Give me room on my concrete canvas. Give me color. Read me forward. backward. forward. but read me. Give me color on my concrete canvas. Give me room to share my joy with everyone. Let me shout: I was here! April 3—Sidewalk poems—write a poem (or a set of them) brief enough to easily write in chalk on the sidewalk; it might fit on one sidewalk square (or a set of them down the block!) |