Cologne @ Hängenden Gärten 11/21/17 #poetry

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Tonight we do not hide in the dirt
Our feet are in the sky
The flowers are our clouds
We harvest the herbs of life
And celebrate beneath
The hanging garden
We savor our time with friends
Like fried potatoes
Our feelings are a light
The light brings understanding
The light brings blindness
The blindness brings flavors
We never tasted before
Tonight we express ourselves
Like children learning a new language.
We feed the goats raw corn
They grind it with their strong teeth
We pound our laundry on the rocks
And huddle for warmth inside
Together we breath into the pain
And out

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