by Howie Good
In ragged company
on a day cold enough
to freeze tears
swigging from a paper bag
under the overpass
with the frantic gestures
of a drowning man
and the unseen sea
incited as by dementia
and full of tiny lives
shaking its silver bracelets
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this poem was exceptional
almost beyond my understanding,
So very nice. What particularly appeals to me is that you actually write in English that is understandable.