Poem by R.M. Dolin
Into the Frying Pan
Dawn doesn’t wait for
those with nothing to do,
they’re forgotten like mist
on meadow flowers
once beauty shines through.
Lost in thought,
is an easy way to hide,
or pretend,
or be far from present,
but no escapes the mindfulness
of moments we can’t outrun.
There’s a peaceful transition
between empanadas and cafe
when the world lets loose of
gravity and we breathe
the calming breath
that comes before chaos.
From chapter 15 of the R.M. Dolin novel “Trophic Cascade – The Rise and Fall of Quiet Acquiescence.”Jake and his festival crew, that now includes Armando and two additional servers, set up for the wine fiesta. Jake runs into Padre, whose salsa band is performing, they talk about Padre’s latest social justice cause, “Padre’s for Peaceful Protest.”
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