In Seattle
A person must get a license
To be one
A street artist
I mean
There's a word for it
I want to be it
It's on my bucket list
To do before I die
Get the courage up
Practice guitar
Get envelopes for poetry
Sit there in Walla Walla
And be me
The one inside
Who's not afraid
To be a poet
In person
A maid
To those who care for poetry
Can I be a street performer
A busker
It's called
Guess I'll practice up
Wait for Spring
And see.
