they are the most best humans to ever get tossed

in the cauldron
the long ladle of the tall witch
stirring and stirring
scraping it off the bottom
a handful of magic here
a pinch of the miraculous here
in the concrete world of right angles
the humans of new york
dream and chase the dream
they are the carrot
and they are the stick
and they are spell bound for heights
they are here
because they have flavor
and they are being moved by magic no one sees
but every one knows
each and all of them
are a distinct flavor
in how beautiful it is to be
a star
in the human universe
of new york magic

Poem of a street ANONIMOUS poet
written on the streets of Ny for
Humans of New York