I hope I would live
thousand years more.
If you would be with me now
here, where I am,
you would hope for
the same -
crossing the streets
ever tamed
by urbanization,
inhaling car dust
exhaling star dust,
hearing the voice of the
street performer
singing the "Halleluiah"
(threading each sound right through ya),
standing there, reaching for pockets --
penniless --
nevertheless
still standing there awkwardly
just to admire
instead of paying him for the bread
and crying, crying, crying
with joy.
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