On a black and white pedestrian crossing
holding up the traffic
with a skateboard under one arm,
he frantically picks dropped coins
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o how a moment has been subjugated for eternity …. looks like you are on a permanent prowl looking for weakling of moments like these to net them into poetry
where they will be addressed with rent or mortgage. Some may go to prison. cetainly good wrote and praise worthy
Your picture is like an urban version of Van Gogh' s last painting 'The Cornfield'. with flocks of teenagers flapping through streets instead of crows over stubble fields. Your metaphor of the 'migration' through time rather than space, your clever use of the word 'addressed', and the bathos of the last line, make this poem memorable.