Sometimes, clouds at night take the shape of crocodiles or perhaps a dragon visiting the sky once again. It calls my name aloud into the night, fading away into a dream, diving back into its airy essence and droplets of water, vanishing with each thought.
Still whispering or moaning some words:
"I am here and there whenever you need me. I come to cheer you up, to bring you back to your beautiful, loving heart and mind, your soul saying it all.
So that we can fly again tonight, please don't tell me no. I am still so young, not old.
The limits are where possibilities are born, more creatively on their own, shaping our way of being through the night, the day, and life.
Let this dragon take you for a ride!"
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Seattle Nightlife Report: Pony
Mid-winter Friday night. Early but already so dark. The days are getting longer but 6 PM is still pitch black. “Firepit!” You declare things after just a few seconds of solemn thought – not a request or suggestion, not a demand. Last week you walked around saying, “Hot tub?” to anyone who would listen. Or one afternoon you pointed at two men holding hands as they crossed 12th Avenue, looked me in the eyes and said, “Boyfriends.”
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet6 days ago in Wander
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