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Thursday, March 13, 2014

Poem by Penny Hackett-Evans 


by Penny Hackett-Evans

In the store front

on Main Street

with a man

who looks like

Jesus, we intone

Om, breathe,

bow, begin

our practice.

Body as doorway.

Body as container.

Salute the sun,

pose like dogs,

pigeons, crows,

warriors.  Alone


we unfold.

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