We braved another Atlanta Streets Alive this past Sunday. We were stationed near the Highland Ave/Boulevard intersection this time. The demand wasn’t as high in this location, but we still had plenty of topics to keep us busy. Among the poets on this unusually warm day were Jon, Allison, Naya, Zac and me.
Between heated debates about the merits (or the lack thereof) of Donald Trump and in-depth discussions about having a stand-up comic to entertain our demanders as they wait for their poems, we were somehow still able to write all these poems:
