让我描述一下场景：我走到展望公园雕像旁，看到五个男人正在滑滑板，他们聚在一起。我走上前去，说：“嘿，我为你写了一首诗，我可以读给你们听吗？”
他们五个都抬头看着我，一脸懵逼，好像在问：这到底是怎么回事？然后他们一个接一个地说：“行啊，你来吧。”我的手机只剩1%的电量了，可能还没开始就没电了。我是一个四十多岁的白人酷儿女性，穿着好几层跑步服，只露出眼睛。他们是五个二十多岁的年轻有色人种男性，都戴着口罩。说实话，这种场景确实挺容易被嘲笑的。那就尽情嘲笑吧。
写完之后，我差点就从他们身边走过去了，但后来我想，为什么不告诉你的缪斯，他们就是你的缪斯呢？这又能有什么坏处呢？
我刚开始接触诗歌，但我喜欢诗歌的一点是，它比整部戏剧更容易分享。你可以直接把一首诗送给别人。
我也想和大家分享。我确实认为艺术能够治愈人心，打开我们的心扉，弥合隔阂，让我们不再感到孤独。至少对我来说是这样。而且，我喜欢看他们滑冰，他们的快乐也感染了我。
身穿红黑相间服装的滑冰者
旋转的木板
白色运动鞋下面
年轻有天赋的
互相怂恿
轻轻的耶
欣喜的笑容
垃圾话
哇哦，它来了！
攀爬两个倒置的圆锥体
路边橙色和911蓝色
这些是最幸福的人
在梧桐树的环抱中
甲板碰撞
看似毫不知情
至二十五度
在布鲁克林的阳光下
如果你好奇他们当时的感受——他们简直惊呆了。他们很喜欢成为我诗歌的主题。他们都跟我击掌……这是爱的交流。我一直爱着他们，现在终于有机会表达出来。他们也同样爱我。想想我差点就没转身回去，也没说“管他呢”，就把诗读给他们听。我的意思是，这感觉有点怪……嘿，我给你们写了首诗，可以跟你们分享吗？……不过，真是太有趣了。
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Love the story - and the poem. I can see and feel the joy in those moments of sharing. Thank you.
Your story made me happy.
It’s really interesting, because, obviously, you took a great risk. Whenever we share our personal creativity, it’s a risk, but way more so sharing with complete strangers. Brava for that! (And the poem is really really beautiful..,)
Ah, yehhh, healing the world one small act at a time.
A wave and a smile go a long to smooth another’s journey, and perhaps even soften a bully’s heart. }:- a.m. proverb on the hoof
That is a wonderful story and poem. Sharing with the muse. Love it!
Thank you for these pure-hearted demonstrations of love. You "See No Strangers!"
Thank you Winter for listening to your inner voice that said, "stop & share"
I resonate deeply!
I've had the most amazing and deep connection in the streets, on subways,
busses, sidewalks when I simply stop and connect. usually I'm the one initiating. Though at times, it's also the willingness to stop and engage ♡
In DC, it was with Mr Weeks, a towering man with a booming voice, ebony skin and a twinkly grin. I'd see him when I walked to work. I dress rather "loudly" in pink with like green, turquoise blue and Mr Weeks began our initial connection with "hello, where you goin' dressed like that on a Tuesday morning?"
I began our connection by stopping & responding, "World Bank where I'm teaching Storytelling"
Mr Weeks: "phhhhhpppphhht, World Bank?! They don't need you, the kids, the teens, they need you..."
And thus began the glorious nearly daily encounters and conversations, "being schooled" by Mr Weeks. And my payment to Mr Weeks were Hugs. Initial offer from me to him and his response, "hugs are, at times, better than any money"
I always carry my Free Hugs sign in my bag... Mr Weeks would see me halfway down the block and be ready for me with arms open.
Thank you again Winter, for your courage to connect & reminding me of Mr Weeks.
[Hide Full Comment]Hugs from my heart to yours,
Kristin