I learned to consider both the upstream and downstream work as part of the process to understand what was being done in front of me
During my commute to Boston, de-training at South Station, walking into the Financial District, I found the rough sleepers in front of me
What approach does one take to write a poem to send to Europa, is their water like the tap water in front of me?
A melody can transport me back in time to a place, a point, usually significant for what was happening in front of me
The sounds of the street, traffic, voices, a symphony of life, even if a hard life, always for the rough sleepers in front of me
What will Europa make of the poem which will come to it, or will it be treated like the rough sleepers in front of me
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