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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

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"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,"

For the wanderer, poetry starts in the feet. There is a "meter" to a long walk down a highway or the rhythmic clacking of a train over jointed rails. This physical repetition clears the mind, leaving room for the kind of raw, unvarnished thoughts that rarely survive in a cubicle. The steady thump-swish of boots on asphalt.

Next time you see someone sitting on a curb with a notebook, don’t just see a "tramp." See a witness. They are documenting the parts of our world that the rest of us are too busy to notice.