NIGHT POET TAXI DRIVERS
MEDITATING IN THEIR MOVING
CARRIAGES
Writing down thoughts while waiting
between passengers
Always in transit between
Underworlds.Watching,waiting,witnessing
They see us when we are most
vulnerable
Crow peck with our need to move.Wax
poetic when well fed
Thin sharks when empty bowl gruel.Goats
chewing cud
Stories in their tongues.Palaver when
the vibe is right
Silent if the mood is dark as
night.Cerberus in the Underworld.
Guarding secrets best kept
locked.Released via tips and lips and smiles
By conversation (an equality.For goat
and shark are necessary
To keep a clean ecology.To clean these
streets of itinerants
Make them into passengers.HEY!TAXI!OVER
HERE!
Hail fellow well met..I nearly met my
Death.
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