The Once Grassy Plain

Not electric
by this aged rock
solid against the waves
of the lake.
The smoke rises
above the city,
but I remain noncommital
breathing shallow, thoughtlessly
concentrating on the passion
of a recent lover
unknown to the hazy sunlight
in my eyes.
Fresh concrete poured
to fill in the spaces and cracks
that expose the surface
of being alone
on the once grassy plain.

poem by Gary Winkel
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Do You Want To Dance

Do you want to dance
when you're alone
in front of all your fears
with the passion
of a tribal ritual
to make it all better?

Do you want to dance
together
in front of them
with the passion
of believing
all you need is love?

Do you want to dance
when you feel you're whole
in front of their eyes
with the passion
of dancing on their heads
with negotiation?

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poem by Gary Winkel
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