Rob Ayling writes:
TONIGHT WE WERE WET POETS IN
THE RAIN
Sugar cube poets left when
drops dropped
We stood ,unplugged,with human
umbrellas,smiling
sharing our lives on each
line-in the open
with EMERGENCY vehicles
FLASHING past
poets became
braver,saner,wilder,profound
Each spoke of their life on the
line
what it means to be
black/brown/white/pink
How Muse can be whipped but she
bites back
All the while smiles warmed us
while lightning
white slashed the face of dark
skies
Circle we formed,each listening
to the golden link of "FOUND
YOU AGAIN"
Conversations from broken
venues continued
Wet or not,it was important to
be present
And we were.And we are.Age of
Sudden Storms
Age of Sudden
Enlightenments..
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