Kicking around, being bored and restless until sitting
down outside on a patio, taking out a CD player and
listening to music.
Rhythms comfortably popping like popcorn upon multiple
measures and chords of life-awakening desires of passion,
watering and nourishing it fruitfully.
Making sure that it's being totally nurtured and taken
care of through the years, embers quietly waiting to be
reborn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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