A Poem About and For Tyler

He stood int he corner, observing everyone around.

Unwavering he spoke, not caring whether the listener was alive and well or in another life, he needed them to hear.

Every breath he exhaled radiated concentrated contemplation, the kind that only comes from thinking too much on its own.

He was more than a passerby.

He was the force that drove the very cracks in the sidewalk with his words.

He was beautiful,

really.

The kind of person you read about in books and only hope to one day meet.

This poem is about: 
My community

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