Sitting At The Green Desk Poem by Kongsaeng Chris Everson

Sitting At The Green Desk



I sit in chairs.
I mean, I meditate in chairs.
I just meditated in a chair.
A black vinyl chair.
I dance in chairs.
The healing dances.
Sitting in the black vinyl chair,
I feel the green desk.
Its presence is welcome.
The air is dry.

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Kongsaeng Chris Everson

Kongsaeng Chris Everson

Detroit, Michigan, USA
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