kindred

tomāto

tomahhto.

potāto

potahhto.

remember when we discovered

how the wind dances

the leaves in spinning

circles, like puppies chasing

each other? and how enchanted we were

by their

seemingly out-of-nowhere, leafy

flash mob?

and then that time when

we sat on the bench overlooking the river,

idling the stars away for

hours upon hours,

surprised, weren’t we? by the ever-flowing,

natural rhythm of each other’s life-stories—

really though… not surprised…

and I can still see the corner sidewalk

with the wobbly table & chairs

where we

sat and cocktailed and laughed,

fully immersed,

fully enveloped in the magic that was

alchemizing between us,

under the street lamp’s glow.

time & distance speak of vast

chasms, but our song

decidedly

travels upon the wind.

and here on this very Anyday

after

the sun has set, and the moonlight shines

upon us,

we find ourselves

gliding over the parquet, Macy

singing just for us, it seems—

even though you swear you can’t dance

This ☝🏼 popped out when presented with another poem prompt — the word, “kindred,” provided by Beth Kempton #tinywinterpoem. ☺️🌙

I post these, knowing some are utter shit lol. But that’s ok. It’s all part of the process. ☺️
Wherever you are on this eve, I hope you can feel how much you are loved. 💜💜💜

Photo of vintage concert poster, taken by moi at (yet again) Bottlerocket Social Hall, Arlington Ave., Pittsburgh, PA.

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