
Today, I saw a guy writing poems on the floor with some chalk in Broadmead. I don't know who he was or where he was from. I couldn't see any signs nor flyers. Unknown chalk-poet, I will call him.
At the end of the day, chalk-poet made some shoppers take a break from their rush lives, who stopped to read the poems written on the floor. It feels good.
Welcome to this city
welcome to this town
this land built by heroes
and nasty...