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