"We used to canoe /kayak upon these waters"
"Imagine the surprise when elementary students
found a huge turtle in the clearing-
then a snake slithered across their path!"
Circles old as fire gather to be with each other
Each carries a plate of happiness,a pot of harmonies
This can be anywhere-a dedicated space/a sanctuary
for the unknown travelers to share their wings
Imagine it is May ,and night,with cloud covered moon
Imagine that a raft conveys you from that pier near Youth Hostel
to the treelined clearing on Snake Island
You have brought food and guitars
in the name of some Argentine Revolution
(and it is true-one or two will dance and sing..
Usually it is the fool moon that calls-
yet now the need for gathering is paramount
and reason can follow afterwards
Tentative songs begin-old as folk,new as now
Voices are raised to sing-sweet and low,lovingly
Each visitor self-initiates with welcoming invitation
to add their hearts stone to the soup of the night-
both Austinian and Argentine.This could be anywhere-
a peaceful zone beneath the radar-away from traffic noise
with an unknown crew,singing the stars to sleep
until the hour boat comes,and it is time to dream
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