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The Real Reason for Your Dancing

Photo by Filipp Romanovski on Unsplash

I never broke my valiant coffee-fast
the whole time you lived in my belly.

But I’d sometimes sneak a mug of hot
homemade chai before my late-afternoon
class in contemplative Judaism.

Who could resist the aromatic spices
wafting from Naropa’s steamy kitchen
at the snowy foothills?




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Marie Marchand

Marie Marchand

Poet Laureate of Ellensburg, WA. Author of Gifts to the Attentive from Winter Goose Publishing. @mishiepoet

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