Master of the Street

Inspired by Wordle Words # 100! 
With congratulations and profound appreciation to Brenda Warren and the entire community who have opened doors to shared worlds 

Master of the Street *

“Master of the Street” lounging loose against the wall, cigarette hanging from your moving lips - hands gesturing affairs of the world.

“Come!” – the train calls for you - “Hear!”- the insistent whistled beckoning across the ribboned stretch of places yet unseen.

“See!” the plainitive cries falling together melting into the crescented faint future fast-fading over the horizon.

“Master of the Street” the world awaits – Touch! – the textured scents against your naked skin - Your die is not yet cast amid the cadre of the commonplace- 

There is still time - Come! – Taste the words! - the train calls for you – swing aboard and share the shouldered bump of comrades’ change - lest - 

all that remains is but a puff of evaporating steam – vanished -  as you lounge loose against a crumbling wall, cigarette hanging, imagining with - withering hands – a world that has always existed.

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* Published in Poets Quarterly - summer 2013


A special note: ......

Happy 100th anniversary to Brenda Warren it has been a pleasure "whirling" each Sunday wherever the handful of words led...  Thank you to all...

FOR BRENDA WARREN WITH DEEP AFFECTION  

(thank you for unlocking these worlds to be shared each Sunday)

"Master of the Words" 

Master of the words

Scattered on the street

Calls that bring from faint places

worlds to stretch, to share,

to march across psyche’s page

Rising from who knows

As I bump along a sleepy passenger

On the Wordle CreateTrain where the images

Never die