Sunday morning

A collaborative haiku written on a dance floor, the middle three lines written by an unknown person who grabbed the paper and pen, adding his own stream… Thanks to Paul White for paper and pen and for the Earthdance crew for putting on a stonker of a night!

driven to,
empty drain pulse
becoming me…

feeling the revelt
and always pushing
to the note…???

h2o quenches…
below Bali
still the weeping.

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