may 10th

a poem about tourists



a young mediterranean couple
stop me on the bridge
with that tourist request
for an improvised photographer

some american guy
seems more than confused
by the worst guitarist either of us have ever heard
busking random noises

a girl who seems to young
to be touristing alone
seems terrified of the homeless
or did i misread that

a gang of friends
in skimpy german clothes
laugh in that way that makes you wish
you were in on their jokes