"This Is Beat" (7-Minute NaPoWriMo Poem for April 25)

This Is Beat




San Francisco streets belong to me,
my placenta in some fish in a fish
in a bigger catch. Here, not sittin' on
the dock of the Bay. This bay, here, this
way of loving -- this grace. This freedom
from the show of pain or dissatisfaction,
of hesitation or incongruity. Just you and me,
my Cassidy, my daisy behind the inner ear.
Yes. This listening, this indigenous inheritance.
I buy a crystal from the corner seller,
the retired masseuse hippie, we smile
into another rainbow bridge. Me and Cassidy
and the open flower of a book, the open eyes
of poetry, that tearing on the page. Listen!
A thousand harps in the key of city lights
chime on a sacred rising. Ten thousand strands
of beads strung on a prayer. This hand now.
The casual gifting of another meal. I want this
now. The one last grace. To never fall.
To play this now and do it all. This
is Beat: The Way. The Way. Be an Artist.
Now.




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written in 7 minutes for National Poetry Writing Month for April 25

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