We promenade our dreams
down streets of life,
places we lean into
when darkness rolls over.
We wave at wee folk, wasps,
and the woman whose just discovered whiskey,
like so many other intoxications.
We open our mouths to June dry -
manatee mermaids and lightning bugs
show up on floats
telling stories we believe.
We cheer mystic mentors who step simply
on the warm, round womb beneath us
and toss diamonds and stars
to us on sidewalks, hands open.
Karen Pierce Gonzalez is a San Francisco Bay Area writer whose chapbooks include True North (Origami Poems Project) and the forthcoming Coyote in the basket of my Ribs (Alabaster Leaves Press), Down River with Li Po (Black Cat Poetry Press).
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