marisol stays up late…

meeting a new friend

someone spoken of,
but never to. i’ve heard
good things about impossible
miracles readily delivered
to me as the man makes his
rounds. we’re all ready to
take a shot.

introductions &
cold drinks all around.
marisol happily redefines
her photography while
a wise man keeps everything
together & talks of the liquid
extract as if we’d reached
the brass ring.
in the grasp of long-
distance vegetation, we’re all
smiling about something else
& trying to talk about
this addition to
human possibility.

marisol’s trimmed pictures
testify to her work same
as empty cups speak ’bout
throaty gulps depriving them
of liquid. smooth haze covers
the afternoon while
marisol keeps a surprise
up her sleeve, peaking out
under the influence of a
faraway root.

someone spoken to after
long waited arrival. this
is new territory in need
of exploration. marisol
takes pictures but none of
us recognize the familiar
surroundings.

indonesia-deliverance
as the psychonauts
gather close
for the next big thing.

——————————–

Sometimes you luck into circumstance. I can think of a lot of ways that might possible happen, but this was amongst the best. Marisol is a dream.

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One Response to “marisol stays up late…”

  1. Pictures are another form of poetry and maybe we will see that friend soon

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