by B.Z. Niditch
Seeing your disappearances
in the pushcart
of worldly sorrows
your child-like visibility
became closer to us
in the port city
where you scavenge
among cast-offs,
shaming the tourists
with their mountains
of cameras
here among a volume
of recycled faces
a ghost-like poet too
was searching
by the harbor
for someone to act
in a drama
about people
of the port city
and no one need invent you,
everyone hides
to keep what is forgotten.
B.Z. Niditch, poet, playwright, fiction writer, and aphorist, is published widely throughout the U.S. and abroad. He is also the founder and artistic director of The Original Theatre, in Boston, which has presented original, experimental plays on contemporary social and political themes since 1990.
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