"concrete currents"
city bends around midday heat:
air shimmering above tarmac rivers
I trace graffiti tongues—
kanji strokes, arabesco curves, creole gloss
each flourish a diaspora of longing
footsteps sync with tramlines’ hum
voices overlap—electric, urgent, borrowed
conversations stitched into neon seams
beneath skyscraper fibre-optic veins
I carry my own accent:
a push between sirens
searching for a street-light poem
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Fabulous
This made me do my happy seat dance. When I like a poem I do a little, "I like that" wiggle.
Loved the images of the kanji strokes, arabesco curves, creole gloss.
I admit to having to look up some references, which I love to do. Creole gloss ?
Searching for a streetlight poem. Great ending
So happy to find a poet to follow.
That is gladdening news. Some
That is gladdening news. Some have that reaction when eating. As for me its more of an upper shoulder/torso shiver.
The gloss refers to that little spark or sheen in speech when in this instant the creole peeks and seeps through into an otherwise flawless accent. I guess it's a kind of feature for bilinguals and multilinguals. Exotic or just a hint of, is probablly the most understandable descriptor. Thank you so much for gracing this page.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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