My friend Hannah Stoney from sent me this beautiful poem -and I like to share.

Repeating repeating the refrain of the street
happy, he practises the poetics of walking:
affecting enfilade explos

ions of birds.
The joke of being another invisible
among the miraculous people
telling it to the mountains and morning.

The birds speak fallen on the street
the people walking sing,
the invisible morning crescendoes.