Lynn Gentry writes poems for dollars on the corner of Haight and Asbury in San Francisco. Just tell him your title, agree on a price and hey presto you get a poem. My title was, of course, “Freefall” and here is what he came up with:
It had been a while since I had seen him
but in the distance you could feel him moving as they would say his name
and passers by in all the ways, they knew it but
now he was in front of me
wild as ever with hair growing and
thoughts running free through his head
as the papers said he as falling
but looking at the look
on his face
he was growing
he was happy
he was free.
Check out his music- very groovy.
Note; I broke it up into separate lines as it was written as one block of text.