To see a play.
There's a time for everything
I always swore I would never go
Beneath the streets to ride
In the dark
In earthquake country
I kept my eyes closed
Almost
The whole way.
Relieved there was no
8.0
On the Richter scale . . .
A Play about Mormons
In darkest Africa
They come through my neighborhood-
Sometimes
But what about women ?
What about divine mother
Don't they know her
In her brilliant light
What of their hearts
And their bliss
And the joy
Of the Holy Spirit
What has that to do
With golden plates?
The gold would be the color
Of the chakra that opens
And showers us with
Droplets of
Golden
Shimmering
Joy
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