HOW WILL I FIND YOU?

 

I AM WEARING A RED HAT SHE SAID.

I SAID OK–I’LL LOOK FOR YOU.

EACH RED HAT I SAW I SAW YOU.

THOSE HATS STOPPED ME.

AND MORE RED HATS.

YOU TEXTED I’M LATE.

YOU TEXTED I’M HERE NOW.

IT WAS WET, BUT NOT RAINING.

I AM HERE, I’M HERE YOU SAID.

STILL I COULDN’T SEE YOU.

A MAN TOLD ME TO GET JOB, YOU SAID.

AND WHAT DID YOU SAY?

JOBS COME AND GO BUT I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE TO DO,

THE WORK WE ARE IN.

IT IS GREAT AND IT IS REAL.

BUT IS IT ENOUGH?

YES IT IS.

BUT NO, IT ISN’T.

ENOUGH, ENOUGH.

YES, ENOUGH.

AND THEN ENOUGH, ENOUGH

COMING DOWN THE STREET.

 

Editor’s note: Poem delivered via the human microphone at Liberty Park / Zuccotti Park OWS, November 18, 2011.

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