Ancestral voices in village Renfairs
She has just returned from Rainbow Gathering
Loves with her eyes on Ruta Maya front porch
Connects with her tribes(leaps fish out of water
He still paints art on those pillars
only now he is known for the fact of his pasts
than any present smiling productivities
Smoke rises from the side porch
where guitars and dogs and children mix and mingle
in a mini-epic worthy of mini-series
Talk is the currency-catching up
Everyone has only themselves to trade
so the pleasure is brisk and immense
as open mikes initiate on the inner
the outside world is hearing its heroes
Once Upon a Time meets the jewelry seller
Stock tie dyed and piled,even when no one is buying
He knows what they are buying is him
Deals are made better than Boardrooms
Promises ,phone numbers,sales and songs
The Middle Ages resurrect every Tuesday night
on the outside of the in crowd watching out for one another
Who would ever trade their life for a poem?or a song?
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