This is the 2nd paragraph of the poem. It describes a place in a cafe in Berkeley when the day clientele is so different from the night clientele. It tells of lovers talking about love and then fighting.
This place, where workers in the morn I’ve seen
begin their day
and night turn brothel of the heart ending
the dankness on bed they lay.
Chatter I hear all over and hushed whispers
I see when lovers pray
clasping hands and lips souls to one, of love
commencing then love explodes to fray.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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