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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