POEMS FROM THE PAST

Smoke
26 March 1976
if we could rise like smoke
whiplashed with lace
backs bent smally in the wind
on waists of insects’ thighs
skating freely along
our own skin
fire to our selves
become ourselves again
"BE WHO YOU ARE AND SAY WHAT YOU FEEL BECAUSE THOSE WHO MIND DON'T MATTER AND THOSE WHO MATTER DON'T MIND.” —DR. SEUSS
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