Poetry |
Lighting San Miguel
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Floating into joyful celebration, we fifteen curious souls alight into Dia De Las Reyes. The City’s musesgreet us— brightly colored walls, mouthwatering scents, the cacophony of birds— guiding us through enchanted winding streets. Then we begin to write. “Let’s start here.” Prompts us to explore deeper, past the prickly thorns of “No, don’t write that!” We dig down into the thick fleshy coating that protects our life’s flame. Fearing, that exposed, we may be extinguished. Without a map, we willingly wander the streets of our lives, the avenues of our fears-- putting confusion on paper. Warm midday sun melts the layers between our simple truth and elaborate stories. We release, relent, relive. Protected by the agreements of “do no harm,” we gently blow on the kindling of hope. Embers of unrealized desire, meet the oxygen of truth, and burst into flame, freeing fifteen ribbons of glowing crimson light into the world.
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