Poet For Hire (It was worth it)

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Let’s start with a formal portrait of a young man who calls himself Odz Nens. He has set up his typewriter and chair near Boston’s Frog Pond.

He creates poems for passersby on any subject of their choosing. Currently his entire income comes from this endeavor.

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He studied bioengineering at the University of Illinois campus in Urbana

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He’s a gentle, pensive guy. He told me many cities have street poets. Boston has a few. New Orleans has the most.

I asked him for a poem about street photography.

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Here It Is:

Roving Eye

Eye wants

what eye wants. I’d like to say the story’s on the street,

                                                                       though I’ve turned down

                                                                        many a blind alley.

Industry anoints the street with oil.

Glancing light

anoints the street with

                                                                         a halo unseen.

When the puddles froze over

                                                                         in New Orleans

passersby took pictures

                                                                         as if they were the moon.

 

 

Flower Form

R0330210-Editsmall“The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate Of minted Holiness”

Emily Dickinson