Last week,
at West 46th Street and Broadway,
James Henry Monroe
carefully
unfolded two camping chairs
and
(in the midst of all those lights
……………………………and noise
………………next to McDonald’s
………..under massive posters for upcoming shows)
James Henry Monroe
sat down.
He held a simple sign
on his lap:
I’m here to listen.
And all day
(from 6am to 6pm)
that’s what he did.
He listened . . .
…..to a tourist from Ohio looking to meet a star,
…..to a mother searching for a teenage daughter,
…..to a man working three jobs, angry at the government,
…..to an off-duty policeman,
…..to a communist, a capitalist, a dreamer, a sceptic.
The next day
John Henry Monroe
was joined by
Debra Ann Colson,
who brought two plastic stacking chairs,
sat in one with a sign
that read:
Need to talk?
And all day
(from 6am to 6pm)
Debra Ann Colson
and
James Henry Monroe
listened.
Every day
more people came
(multiplying like Fibonacci)
with chairs,
until today —
there were 610 people,
1220 chairs
filled with people
listening.

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NaPoWriMo 
Day Thirteen

The Prompt:  Write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.

Wouldn’t it be great if there were more listeners than speakers?