HOT MAMA'S
Crowds @Colosseums/still we
one by one gathered to hear the strings
of each others' singing.Chill wind replaced sunshine
still we sang and listened/knowing what comes from us
more important than what is sold to consume
There are lines burned in to consciousness/
memory replays THE LAUGHING YOGA
and conversations sparkled around those on stage
We add more light to a diminishing day
and roll in circles to spoken&heard
KICK BUTT
Small is beautiful-especially when
you share your life stories with those listening
Leave your pages behind-
tonight we engage with open mouth and mind
Each steps up and offers their own slice of life-
embarrassment fades as each is received as wealth
Gold is in the ears of the receiver
Night clicks by with our lives a common frequency
Long live human radios/all they see and feel
sharing time with stories that are bone/blood real!
OUR CUP RUNNETH OVER ON SUPERBOWLED SUNDAY
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