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Chapters
1
the whole sky blue
pie in the sky
life
thing
was intoxicating
before it was
healing
and we hit
the
ceiling
and had to start
again
11
And like a taste of
honey creamed
thoughts
softly blowing
through
the trees and
towards
the
west
111
we walked quietly through
the moonlit
night
our toes knowing more
than words can
say
1V
Sometimes it feels like
we’ve all been placed
here
to process an intense
amount
of pain & confusion
only to create
beauty
V
Flowers from the future
will carry our
scent
our smile will become
part of the
sky
and when the hurricane
comes we’ll live
in the
wind
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Here’s a non-holiday holiday poem that mindgallery posted to the Brooklyn Missed Connections years ago. I don’t have too many pieces from him that are this long, as I think he likes working in the “less is more” paradigm but in this case more is a real treat. A holiday gift, if you will. Cheers!
