For ‘The Golden Acorn’

New York City,

night, 7th at Bleecker,

                 suddenly

Break Dancer breaks

Visual Road so strong,
knocks me senseless. 

Heart swells. Wants
out. 

                Everything

                clear.

Know, heart is all.

Realize, poverty's hell
slowly shredded into magic moments
all of me feels.

                                 Suffering of his life,
                                 my life,
                                 the Joy of this poem.

from In New York City Air. Copyright © James Humphrey Trust.

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