Life as Poetry in Motion

THE STREETS OF BROOKLYN AND THE STORIES THEY TELL...

Someone really didn't want me to park here.

Or here.

                                     

And certainly not here.










Looked for the dolphins.

Couldn't find them. Aren't they in Miami?



It seemed some artist's might show up.

Nope.  None in sight.

Except me.

And God knows

I waited.




More?

Don't think so.



Emerging?

Perhaps...