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National Poetry Month April 7

Here's one I wrote many years back after seeing Patti Smith at the Troc in Philadelphia.

 

Patti at the Troc 12/16

 

Winter warm air, rain that should be snow wanders along Arch Street gathering light and laying it across the pavement/  Slow breathing, vibrating air filling the cavern space.  Gathering moving swirling, the air wraps a slow dance around a heartbeat.

Many hearts

one heartbeat.

Gathering darkness, look inside.  Stillness erupts into life.  Spirits called, spirits answer and gather themselves inside us, dancing to the heartbeat, slow enough to wander lonesome.

Lonesome cry, the blessed dust rising from ancient radios.  One foot forward, balanced on the bridge, this bridge we cross tonight.  Strong enough? Invisible bridge, crossing spirits, gathering passion, sonic harvest, the fields are heavy as wind brings release.

Running

walking

calling

spirits, we shall live again!

Holy ghost sweating, breathing hard

call on those holy fighting ghosts

revolutionary dreamers

dancing barefoot to the slow rising wave

one wave

a million waves

rise and fall

night and day

and lovers gripped by slow burning, consuming lust, hot fire, sonic lust, the sound of life

the hot pulse of night passion

quick torrent

split second passion burn

Catch me now!

Take me now!

Look fast! A million brilliant stars calling home the storm

holding the hurricane in your arms

air surrounding

air inside us

breathing

hard

pulsing

moving us together

fountains rising

lightning storms from the desert flash the city

walking in the footsteps of revolution

Hallelujah!

The gospel ship sets sail

and we whirl and dance in our power

amazed at the visions

amazed at the power we create and share

and then,

breathe again

into the night

the warm December air, a million streetlights like stars all along Arch Street.

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