Have word from a few friends overseas (and a few hardy souls who stayed up late enough last night to make it into this morning) of their exploits for Guerrilla Poetry Day. Bravo and Brava, all around.
I headed out this morning, having made some last minute changes to my itinerary and splitting it into two "waves".
Read "couplet/passion" to the order-taker at the McDonalds in Sterling, Virginia. I think she was confused.
Did "goblins in my attic" and "My Electric Lady" in front of the American Psychological Association building in Washington, DC. A street person yelled at me, something about Jesus.
Then, made a ride up to Embassy Row to do "Queen Protea" in front of the South African Embassy.
Later today, more madness. Madness? This is Poetry!
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