I’m about to head out on vacation but I’m leaving you with something very cool, since after all it is National Poetry Month -- every year the organizers of the O, Miami Poetry Festival spend the month of April attempting to make sure that everyone in Miami sees at least one poem.
That means sneaking poetry in everywhere -- on bandaids and beer cans, in gumball machines, on buses and random city walls, even in sourdough starters and the sides of old strip clubs. And though there have been some big-name guests over the years, most of the poetry is by the people of Miami themselves. (The bandaids, by the way, will be given out to cover COVID-19 needle sticks at some health care facilities.)
This bus stop poem really spoke to me -- though any peacock that stole MY bagel would be in trouble.
If you’re not lucky enough to be in Miami right now, you can find a list of all this year’s projects here, along with detailed descriptions of each one.
So please enjoy some poetry, and I’ll see y’all back here in two weeks!
-- Petra
Images courtesy of O, Miami
