Brewing
“Brewing”
by Positive Mark
Brewing my coffee.
Brewing your tea.
You sit and chant now, while I burn the incense.
Dragon’s blood gives us a shield in this instance.
I hover close at a Goddess insistence.
She soothes the pain of an artist’s existence.
I stood on the porch.
Lifted the last of last night’s cold libations like raising a torch.
Emptied the glass with a thrust of my arm.
Mother responded to me with a charm.
She didn’t take it all straight to the ground.
Some of the particles swirled all around.
Dancing in air like a school of live fish.
I closed my eyes tight.
Made a wish.
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