I remember seeing Anthony Quinn
Walking down the street
On Broadway in Times Square
And nobody paid him any attention
He was just another so-and-so
And who-the-hell-cares.
But I cared.
I liked Anthony Quinn
I recognized him
I knew the talents he possessed
In fact, my life was somehow better
In some small way, thanks to
Anthony Quinn.
That was worth noticing
On a crowded, self-interested sidewalk
Where people don't want to know who's
Walking in front of
Or behind them.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in New York Minute: An Actor's Memoir, Indelible Mark Publishing,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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