Give Us a Turn

I’m not a performer,
in half afternoons.
In basements of memory
and rooms of indifference.
I’m not the half blood prince,
who rattles at windows
and trades twenty blows.
I’m you, me and everyone.
The dumb and dumbfounded.
The beggar on the street.
The breather of rarefied air.


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