A few words.

I found some old poetry I had written, and  I will post some here, regardless of the quality. I don't fancy myself a poet, though I wish I was. Enough self-deprecation for now. More long form entries to come later. This one is in progress, and currently untitled

Cobblestone street,
clack clack.
Sidewalk barkers, buskers,
users, lovers.
Hustle and noise,
I can taste the emotion,
the hope reflected in
the gutter.
Muddy water, captured sun.
I am amiably accosted,
delayed by humanity.
Tourists and lifers,
The air is abuzz.
The sky is an ocean, and
I am surrounded.
My heart,
My heart is full.