Cirque du Monde
A hidden place to roar for everyone to see
24 March 2011
Neighbour
Who is this stranger at my doorstep,
Busking beyond his heart's content?
Rhythms birthed in a foreign land,
That are too far away from home.
Who is this brother, whose misstep
Was to wander into too much rent?
A pocket endlessly leaking sand,
His bills make up the greatest tome.
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