A buzz of Light and life smiled through the open door
bringing in fresh futures.Iphones,laptops,
each supported the others as collective and singularly
they raised their voices to articulate their choices-
to live in a world that is ON THE EDGE
"Can you hear what i am not saying?"
Their listening a power unto itself-
young then younger recognized their powers
claimed the mike as theirs /and rose in lines
like waves of joy affirming futures.
All digitally connected,text and texting,Tweets and emailing
reading from screens as pages turned virtually
they were actually present-the listening quotient rose
Time slowed.Ears opened.Hands clapped.Eyes watched
and every moment became a sacred text shared.
This was theirs.They will never be as young again.
Bold,bright,brilliant-they added much to Tuesday's open mike evening
Quick and sharp as twice striking-lightning-
THE LITTLEST POETS
Babies of Ruta Maya-since womb they have been here
Made welcome when the young were praised
and the mike was truly open.Tonight they are writing-those tracks on the page
are marks others see as scratch tokens.Cash gold wisdom.They speak them-
"I will go to the moon-then i will fly to Jupiter"
"It is my dreams that make me happy"
Hear the active listening?That is respect-
for the spring of youth is close to creation-
writing,dreaming,performing-
This is the way a new world begins-again
every time you step upon the stage-
with a new vision/another dream-
and word play!
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