Shall this be where I write it all down? I'll write a poem a day. That should be my practice for the next forty days. Along with legs up the wall (yoga), mantra (breathing in I calm body, mind, and spirit; breathing out I smile), and intention (to unblock), I should write.
So today's poem is:
FRIDAY NIGHT
In bright hats and black clothes
they spill out between alleys
on sunshiney streets devoid
of office drones and clean cars
parked at City meters.
The van pulls in and over
the beer bottle; just one
that will be discarded tonite
as they wage war, make love,
fight, vomit, laugh, and cry.
in between today and tomorrow
I could so easily head out with them,
linked arm in arm with you, comrade.
Our laughter echoing around corners
like temple bells chasing darkness.
Heather R. Reed / May 6, 2005
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