Gutta Cavat Lapidem

“The drop excavates
the stone, not by its falling,
but by often times falling.”


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There’s a new kind of
balance
beating the streets
pulsating concrete
through the Union Square heat

juvenile child in torn jeans
with a mocha
with a dream
an idyllic portrait of the world
simple but significant.

Within this ambition
he soaked in energy
from the sapphire skyline
that was hidden.

Without a lucid sight
he marched on into night
with a purpose an intention:
no matter the battle
how hard or how bleak
he’d keep up the fight.

Dripping hollows
out a rock.
It’s persistence:
The shoes will march on.