A Gathering of the Tribes

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125 st: waiting for the #1

 

  poem

Exhaustion palpable

as gold dust coats

eye, shoulderblade,

gut, a fish gutted

& worn mouth twisted

whispering for what

day w/o decisions,

a tropical storm,

stroll w/samba

afternoon sun

 

 

from "Skulls Head Samba"