Collective Poem #3 - Tuscany 2016

Here's one of three poems we wrote this year, randomly, blindly, straight from our collective senses.  It makes "sense" to us, wink wink.

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heady, reaching for heat

goddammit make me a gin & tonic please thank you

you shall never be taller than me

Applied on hair it would feel Cleopatra-like

A tightness confined it to its small circle, surrounded by white nothingness, but the slight shudder of its breathings longed for escape, for growth

The gift of being given that which I did not have to earn, did not have to endure in order to experience the reward

Dreaming of cold mangoes --

how smooth their skin, how alive

before they're blazing their quiet

And while I watch the sky it streaks, shrieks; illuminated from below, a jet's tail, a gold vapor journey

I can hear the bubbling water down a path away from the house, I hesitate for a moment then run, my Mom's call increasingly loud, trails off, unheeded.

Fish will find food and each other if we don't fill them with plastic.

I bit the shell, it gasped and my tongue melted.

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