to be completely embraced by a city

full immersion within inimitable culture

sweet cleveland improper

bloody forms of honesty spraying from arteries covering complicit poets

forgetting we are strangers before the whiskey runs dry

artists willing to live one more night

our laughter shattering the gaslights
of dead writer heaven
into stars

to know the feel of the sidewalk

as he falls in love
with what the sight of cherry blossoms
do to your eyes

this is to feel poetry

this is what it is to be

barefoot in tremont