Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Bean


lifts hat in greeting
black fedora
and you shake his hand
 
you begin your walk
through bustling city streets
but there is no hurry
 
purposeful slowish stride
his imposing presence creates room
as he shows you the architecture
 
each building has meaning for him
and he tells you their stories
in measured rhythmic prose
 
until it's time to part
and you say farewell
but you feel completed
 
like a head topped with a black fedora

 



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