Small City of Beggars

There are 4400 of us
on You-Tube all
poets. And you can
sift through all of our
earnest faces, some
earnest in their
funniness and others
reaching as far into the
world of the profound
as able.

Tiny faces
front glimpses of
settled worlds,
smile at the great
auditioner with every
frailty, with glows of youth
on cheeks and innocently
assumed importance.

I tried to find
myself on You-Tube just
by scrolling through the
multitudes, the population
of a city one by one
listening to snippets.
I am lost among the mendicants.