The Gathering
The weekly gatheringbegins quietly,
as the ones who come early
read their work aloud,
the audience alert,
the applause warm.
Then come the power poets,
spoken word pouring through
grounded stances,
hands cutting the air
like exclamation marks.
Sometimes a singer,
rapper, or musician
takes the stage,
a sudden jolt of poetry
finding its beat.
We are diversity in motion,
young, old, all colors and ages,
life experiences as varied as
a summer street market,
each voice enriching the tapestry.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-06-05 at 22:32
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