Eva Collins : Photographs and Writing


Street Theatre

You cruise up to the lights

on the other side
like an umbrella
opening in your face
there is a whoosh.

A thousand sheets of paper
wrenched from their neat stacks
burst into flight.

He looked so clumsy
lugging the files
his belly bouncing,
as he tried to beat the lights.

Never would have thought
the same person
could so gently leap
so softly roll
like the nimblest dancer.


Eva Collins