Poetics — For Tramps

What's the or most beautiful thing you've seen on a walk today? National Hunger & Homelessness Awareness Week

Many wanderers use poetry as a survival tool—not just for money, but for sanity. Writing on the sidewalk with "brightly coloured chalks" transforms a public thoroughfare into a gallery of the soul. It’s a way to declare, "I am here," in a world that often treats the homeless as invisible. Poetics for Tramps

To be a tramp—in the classical, wandering sense—is to live a life of forced observation. When you don't have a front door to lock, the entire world becomes your living room, and every stranger becomes a potential character in a story you’re constantly writing in your head. 1. The Meter of the Miles What's the or most beautiful thing you've seen

"My object in living is to unite / My avocation and my vocation / As my two eyes make one in sight." — Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time Why It Matters It’s a way to declare, "I am here,"