Tuesday, November 10

Ocean desert rendezvous

Sitting in the forested park
watching playful punk kids perform poetry
drunk
doesn't quite compare to
sitting
at the edge of mommas dry land
contemplating my descent down
into the moist depths of my own unknown darkness

It all goes by so fast

Now
as I sit here
watching these playful punk kids perform poetry in a park
in the high desert of Santa Fe
I'm reminded of the stark impermanence of it all
today

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