Poetry

Unwinding language
being shy 
for the cameras
now all over
this metropolis
with words
in an attache case
holding only
cold luggage
held by four strings
containing
a life's work
of vital plays
on language
on one hand
a murdered pastry
in the other
shaking off
a coffee cup
on a Polish
hamlet road 
in a runaway time
such as this, 
faced with
a poet's newness
you may
not recognize him
or an age trembling
for enlightenment.