Here's a quick post. QG and I just got back from yoga, which was great, but tiring. Yoga is so addictive. I love how calm it makes you feel afterwards. Anyhow, here's a short poem. Not really sure exactly what it means. Sometimes it is fun to put down whatever words come out, as fast as you can write. This way, it more resembles a feeling than something precisely. So this poem is kind of about wonderful and amazing ordinary people, some of whom might be angels.
To The Gleamers
Pioneers of light.
Eaters of heavenly bananas.
Hands of calm.
Touch of balm.
Wildly frizzing hair
flying through the air.
Tellers of hilarious jokes.
Some who even smoke.
Wearers of practical shoes
or chunky hiking sandals,
plaid button up shirts,
and dirndl skirts.
Radiant smiles.
Figures of generous girth.
Solid huggers.
Players of tambourines
and castanets.
Hip hop dancers.
Oyster cracker lovers.
Eaters of Munster cheese.
Always saying please.
Usually last in line.
Divine.
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