Going our own way Together

I’M

drum solo

unburied from the ashes of a pit fire,

hand painted instruments in hand,

headed north to join

IMUNURI

poets,

in the cascades of their lives,

(UN)der

Mt. Hood

to blow cornets  in Portland 

neighborhoods

to pitch our words 

into Northern Light

mutations of our poetry

incense burning tonight.

U-R-I

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IMUNURI

A gathering heard

in Northern cafes,

online weekly

in Richmond CA

in Portland OR

in Taos NM

prompted by lively  writer spirits

to play with words

to pen poems

to riff together

now the song ends after

one last chorus

“Going our own way Together”

Adios Imunuri

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and an echo of an earlier post (from Drum Solo)

The Finish Line

breathless at last/

happy to have left

a few poems behind the

finish line

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