dirt on the welcome mat

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I’ve made a wish in Spanish,
On a star,
With birthday candle breath.
I thought a lot in yoga,
in the shower,
climbing steps.
Now I’m sending my sandcastles
out to sea in purple pails.
I hope
the fishermen
will add
my daydreams
to their tales.


We’re all striking

Yoga poses

On thin bumpy

Rubber mats.

Dislocated

Like a Picasso,

Stretched like dancers,

Perched like bats.

The instructor

Switches stances,

Starts her

Meditative speech.

Her toe ring

Must give her power

Because I just

Can’t reach.