The storm
The storm
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Sometime we want what we shouldn’t have.
She came to his poetry reading. He led the reading on Tuesday and Thursday in downtown Monterey. He read a poem and introduced a young Poet. He went to her. She told him. I want you to read me poetry on the Big Surf beach. I want to lay nude and free for you to see. I want a million poems written for me. You are my dark Poet and friend. Let’s create a storm without ending.
He took her to Pfiefer beach on a warm June day. He took her to the hills nearby and showed her the vast Pacific ocean. She leaned against him and whispered. Thank you Johnnie. I need to feel alive and crazy. I have been too tamed for too long. I want us to go where we can’t return. Create a fire that can’t be put out. I want to find hidden waterfalls and dance in the street of San Francisco. I want us lay nude and drink coffee into late morning.
Two content people watched the sea dance with no place to go but dangerous and dead-end places. Stood fearless and waiting. The great storm can change who we are and what we need. No better place to be than the eye of the storm.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Brilliant!! loved it absolutely .
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Yep
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Sometime we need the storms. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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