You Know

It was all ARTS for me

It drew hearts in the maybe’s

With Yellows and Greens

Blues and Pinks

Until all scribbling back

Tends to the Deep dark something neat

All regards lean tall in

lived by what breathes underneath

The X longing for P

Telling the fates of many cities

Swathed in the cat calling

Speaking through O

Who doesn’t know U or “ i” ;

Anymore

A soap box cart down 8th and center

From the top