Street Peddler
you say it’s a living, we’ve all gotta eat –Robert Hunter he scrawls abstract portraits of Hemingway reminiscent of Picasso as we talk about Bukowski, I gaze at his sidewalk exhibit, watercolour landscapes one side, portraits on the other – each cubist rendition unique enough to catch my attention a moment more, lingering long enough for him to grace me with a poem of his own about a girl from Sweden who left lipstick smudges behind in Key West where he drinks vodka in her memory, writing poetry in her wake B. Elizabeth Beck This poem is from B. Elizabeth Beck's manuscript, Painted Daydreams. The writer, artist and teacher is the author of two poetry books, and founder of central Kentucky's Teen Howl Poetry Series. She lives in Lexington, Kentucky.
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