ISLAND

The stranger crying on the street

sings silently

at an octave

that no one is willing to hear.

We will dance and dash

in ignorance, around her

insuring so association

with her pain,

her porous seeping fluids

her dying cries

subtle, soft,

upon the street.

The thin girl

on Broadway, alone

is unaware of her effect

upon her environment,

a newly formed island

separated by so little

from those around her.